★☆☆☆☆ week 5. sunday. guy.

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[ late sunday night, guy receives what's possibly his last visitor before he's freed from the dungeon the luke squad had thrown him into after the trial's end.

majima enters the dark, dank room, the light from the hall behind him casting his shadow in a way that makes him far bigger and menacing than he really is. he says nothing; he feels his silence speaks volumes. it really makes his having been in the yakuza extremely obvious, if nothing else has in these past five weeks. ]

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[menially]

[Guy is right where he's been for over 24 hours straight - in the farthest corner of his cell, seated and unmoving, his gaze dull and exhausted as he stares off into the wall.

He sees the stretches of the shadow before anything else, prompting him to turn his attention just enough to catch an eye of who is in the doorway...

Mmm. Suddenly, he's very glad that there's a door... and a guard...

Silently, he looks away, hands gripping together in his lap.]

Don't know what you're expecting to accomplish, Majima.

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[ he still doesn't say anything. he merely goes up to the door separating him and guy, and kicks it hard. he knows it won't budge, but... well, it doesn't really make him feel better, either. all it does make his leg ache.

he doesn't really have an answer for guy. he just growls. ]

[menially]

[he, understandably, flinches visibly at the noise.

but he doesn't look up. go ahead and throw a temper tantrum, majima. it's late and he's dying tomorrow.]

Don't. Connor isn't out there for show.

If you have something to say, use your goddamn words.

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He doesn't have anythin' to worry about—I ain't gonna kill ya. But ya might be wishin' you were dead after what I'm gonna do to ya.

[ which, of course, is just for bravado, because he isn't going to ruffle any feathers with stupid, pointless fights. contrary to what he's been yelling for the last five weeks, he isn't really as stupid as he wants everyone to believe.

his voice is low and gravelly as he snarls, ]

What the fuck was that all about?

[menially]

[Still not looking. He exhales sharply through the nose, but his voice stays even.]

I made a deal with a god that needed someone to intervene for the sake of another god's imminent safety. They offered me compensation that I couldn't ignore, so long as two people died.