[ Majima sat down. Something in his manner was that of a large, oversized Shepherd -- one that knew when to put out its paw. Maybe he'd been through this kind of thing before.
He rolled up the leg of his slacks, revealing the tattoo Deerington had branded him with: a stag, its antlers covered in flowers. He wasn't a huge fan of impromptu tattoos, but it could have been worse. ]
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He rolled up the leg of his slacks, revealing the tattoo Deerington had branded him with: a stag, its antlers covered in flowers. He wasn't a huge fan of impromptu tattoos, but it could have been worse. ]
This's a pretty strange feelin'.