[ The scene got one more look over his shoulder before he headed toward the door. Beyond it -- ah.
The room was a small one, filled with a few figures. Two young men, one of them built like a bear, with his long hair worn loose around his face. And a girl who looked to be in her late teens, dressed in house clothes.
"Hey, Yasuko," the heavyset man was saying. "How 'bout you go to the corner store real quick and pick up a few beers? Ain't everyday we get Majima here."
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting through this door. Bleeding flowers, maybe. Something dramatic and symbolic, something difficult to explain but easy to brush off. Instead, the present Majima looked suddenly stricken -- inexplicably so, considering how mild the scene seemed to be.
Truth was, he hadn't thought of Yasuko Saejima much the past few years. Not as a real face, not as the ponytailed girl she was here. He stopped in his tracks, and for a moment said nothing. ]
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[ The scene got one more look over his shoulder before he headed toward the door. Beyond it -- ah.
The room was a small one, filled with a few figures. Two young men, one of them built like a bear, with his long hair worn loose around his face. And a girl who looked to be in her late teens, dressed in house clothes.
"Hey, Yasuko," the heavyset man was saying. "How 'bout you go to the corner store real quick and pick up a few beers? Ain't everyday we get Majima here."
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting through this door. Bleeding flowers, maybe. Something dramatic and symbolic, something difficult to explain but easy to brush off. Instead, the present Majima looked suddenly stricken -- inexplicably so, considering how mild the scene seemed to be.
Truth was, he hadn't thought of Yasuko Saejima much the past few years. Not as a real face, not as the ponytailed girl she was here. He stopped in his tracks, and for a moment said nothing. ]