[ If Majima was a better representation of his own national character, this would probably be the part in which he would have broken down and admitted this was too embarrassing. He wasn't, though... and it wasn't. He bowed slightly in toward her, taking the piece of pepperoni in his mouth in a gesture that was almost delicate -- but not before he gave her outstretched fingers a quick kiss.
A little show of considering the taste of the topping, then: ]
Hmm. A little salty, but it goes down smooth. In terms of girth, I'd say... just enough to satisfy?
[ He tilted his head back to swallow, baring the long curve of his throat as he did so. There was a glint of mischief in his eye as he reached for the olives. ]
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A little show of considering the taste of the topping, then: ]
Hmm. A little salty, but it goes down smooth. In terms of girth, I'd say... just enough to satisfy?
[ He tilted his head back to swallow, baring the long curve of his throat as he did so. There was a glint of mischief in his eye as he reached for the olives. ]