[ Majima turned the stove off and plated the bacon as he listened, then moved to the sink to clean off the pan. He could sort of see it, even though he'd never known Justine in those early days. As he placed the pan quietly back, he looked at her in that oddly serious manner he had about him sometimes -- the one that slipped, often unnoticed, in the gaps between the rough speech and street attitude. ]
I'm glad ya ended up here, Justine.
[ And not only because of the obvious, selfish reasons. He'd gotten to twenty-four without a shoulder to cry on; he supposed he would have been good for at least that much more. ]
This town might be full of weirdos, but they're pretty decent to talk to.
[ And yes, he was including himself in that weirdo category. ]
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I'm glad ya ended up here, Justine.
[ And not only because of the obvious, selfish reasons. He'd gotten to twenty-four without a shoulder to cry on; he supposed he would have been good for at least that much more. ]
This town might be full of weirdos, but they're pretty decent to talk to.
[ And yes, he was including himself in that weirdo category. ]