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[lone_horse]

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[hikae]

｢ ooc: oh hi there, an open rp post...

got any meme preference or is the classic random scenario generator alright? (I just googled it, and it's decade old, wow...) ｣

[lone_horse]

[ First off, HELLO! Second off, yay Majima! Third off, no real preference. And last: I've been playing him post-six but any preferences for Kiryu? ]

[hikae]

I'm a new addition to the fandom, so for now, I only have a y0 adjacent baby!jima (I plan on upgrading to the Classic Ver. once I finish Kiwami 2 and fly forward ).

Sooo, setting-wise a random jamjar would be the easiest way to accommodate the timeline difference! Though if you'd be up to it, I'm also up for shenanigans between y0-kiwami

[lone_horse]

I do have some Y0 icons, if you'd like to do something directly post Y0! Up to you. We can pilfer BS or something for a prompt idea.

[hikae]

hey, I'd love that! I went ahead and scouted some BS memes with prompts

the good old random scenario meme for RNGesus to decide if it goes seriously or into wacky substory teritory

fight! fight! fight! meme, because. of course

quote meme never tried this one, but could be interesting

hanahaki disease, alright that one's just straight up shippy, and falls under the magical realism— but I'm game if you are

Road trip meme - tangentially related, but that one made me think of a scenario along the lines of— them finding each other ina different city, on business from their respective bosses and being in situation where they have to cooperate/ask for favor? Like, I could see Majima getting told to conduct some job in Osaka, where he Really Doesn't Want To Go Back To, so he could just go "hey do this simple shit for me in Osaka, and I'll help you with that mess you got going in Nara! .D" (and then it surely ends in trouble, because without drama it just ain't yakuza)

[lone_horse]

RNGesus is always good
Fight fight fight is a given
Totally down for shippy- who're you thinking has the 'disease'?
And I love the road trip idea! Whether they decide to travel together to save time/effort or they're assigned together (dual family mission, gotta put shit aside for the good of the clan and all!)

[hikae]

threw the road trip starter, because a "dual family mission" [aka getting put in bad situation by their bosses] spoke to me

re: hanahaki, wheezes, I just had an extra idea, "why not both?". why not have them both get sick

that road trip meme

[hikae]

[ Sometimes making a name for yourself includes shanking some idiot in a spectacle. Sometimes it goes wrong and cops get too close, aaaalmost involved. So, being temporarily kicked out of Kamurocho on a "business trip" is either a trap, a test, a punishment, or all of them at once (he's not that trusting to consider it a decision based on the genuine concern). They're also sending some grunt with him from a different family because— reasons

Majima is close to just falling asleep like a bored dumbass that he is, in the passenger's chair. The forced stillness was much worse than all the yelling and screaming going in the office before. It was kind of funny ( "funny" ) to be the reason behind the whole argument while not participating in it, but — for what it's worth — his little stunt didn't put him on the boss' bad side. Quite on the contrary, he looked smug, clearly figuring out how to reap all the benefits of an unexpected situation.

That on its own was enough to put Majima in a foul mood — a reminder why the old bastard hadn’t had enough the decency to kill him. Guess he's taking these fumes halfway through the country instead. If he doesn't die of boredom before the journey even begins. Speaking of which, the door finally opens! Someone gets in! Fucking finally! ]

Yer on drivin' duty, buddy. What a shame they couldn't just let us take a shinkansen, eh? [ Majima waves his hand in lazy, dismissive fashion and rolls his head to face the driver into his field of vision. Turns out, that's one hell of a unique profile and frown to go together with it. ] Oh

please forgive the terrible icons, I need to get better ones

[lone_horse]

[ Kiryu hadn't been told who he'd be driving for/with for this mission. He'd noticed that Kashiwagi-san had looked both amused and irritated (which was a pretty common combination, especially before noodle time) but given said combination, he'd been eager to get out the door and get into his car. It was as much the family's as his, but he'd been enjoying being behind the wheel, doing the maintenance, keeping it spotless... all the usual chores with as much pride as a true owner. As it is, Majima might find one of the young master's books tucked in the back of a seat, but hopefully no errant candy or crumpled baseball cards that had fallen out of his pockets.

When he hears the familiar voice, with that familiar Kansai accent, he turns to blink at- ]

Majima-nii-san?

/grips your shoulder/ they're all gud

[hikae]

[ Majima slow blinks, eyebrows rising and rising, before he settles back into a more neutral expression— not for long as it's immediately followed by his face splitting with a knife-blade grin and tone turning playful. ]

What a surprise, Kiryu-chan, eh? [ He leans in closer to pat Kiryu's cheek in overly chummy fashion. Because being obnoxiously in your face is a brand he settled in to cultivate. ] Ya better show me "Kamurocho's fastest" skill on the road.

[ According to the gossip mill, Kiryu's supposedly won several races and earned himself that title. A rumour that got quickly disproven with just a little research, since none of the local speeding-ticket-chasers apparently ever heard of him. Alas, while that was one of the least outrageous rumours, there's still a high chance Kiryu is aware of it. Which makes it a good target to poke fun at ]

[lone_horse]

[ Kiryu doesn't really mind Majima patting his cheek; as antagonizing goes, it's definitely on the lower end of the irritation scale, which is why his only answer is a grunt of confirmation. Oh yeah, definitely a surprise.

When Majima mentions 'Kamurocho's fastest', he ducks his head and blushes just a little. L-look, okay. He likes cars. He likes... pocket cars especially. So, you know- ]

I'm pretty sure the only thing the car is for is to get there and get back, Majima-nii-san.

[hikae]

Oh, yeah? Yer suddenly afraid of speed? [ The flattest doubt in the world is put in his voice. ] Gettin' there an'back is obvious, but the fun is in how fast it can be done!

[ That bit of bashfulness, that blush? It all says that there is a story there, that Kiryu is very aware of that nickname, it means something. Majima was planning to sleep through most of the journey, but now he considers changing his plans. Teasing Kiryu sounds much better.

A hint of colour between the seats grabs his attention, he reaches between them to find candy. He starts to unwrap the treat slowly as his tone turns thoughtful ] Or did I got it all wrong...? Jumped to a conclusion...

[lone_horse]

[ His expression turns a little more sour, because he hadn't said that, okay. He wasn't afraid of speed. He likes it, even if it's not necessarily a good idea. Their mission won't exactly go smoothly if they get pulled over by a cop twenty minutes out of the city, after all. And if there's one thing that would make some highway cop's day, it's catching two big-city yakuza boys flaunting the speed limit on their road. ]

It would be wiser to obey the speed limits, nii-san.

[ Not... that he wouldn't like to see what this car can do. But they're on a mission! ]

hanahaki

[hikae]

[ Summers in Tokyo where always thick and muggy, bless the stray sea breeze that could be enjoyed on the shore— but in densely urbanised places like Kamurocho? The best time to switch into nocturnal way of life. Fortunately, that's not a problem for Majima's as his "business hours" more often than not happen at night.

Still, it means that when his throat dries and start to ache, he simply brushes it off— AC blasting full force inside literally every building, combined with his chain smoking. Yep, plenty easy to dissmiss that. Right up until the need cough starts rising, but even then— drugstore got drops for that.

Maybe he should briefly consider stopping smoking. Keyword, being briefly.

What he can't dismiss is when a dart that was supposed to hit the board, falls through his fingers instead— and he nearly bends in half as a fit of dry heaving, as suppressed cough tries to get out instead. Surely, they haven't even drunk that much—? Yeah, no, it has nothing to do with it, it makes breathing hard, and breathing shouldn't be complicated!! And yet, as Majima blindly tries to reach a trash bin, his first thought is a disappointment: — well, shit. That stupid accident surely wiped off the rare (ssr) Kiryu's smile off his face ]

[lone_horse]

[ It definitely did. And Kiryu had been watching, close enough that he'd been able to catch that dart that'd fallen from his finger. Then he was looking up, watching as Majima reached for the trash bin. He's not sure what to do, but he tosses the darts onto the side of the pool table before he's finally reaching over to try and hold him as he gets sick. ]

Nii-san?

[hikae]

[ If it was later during the night, it could be blamed on drinking, but it's way too early for that. Which makes the whole process all more distressing, because what has been this shit, and why is he trying to cough his lungs out. His grip at the edge of the bin so hard it nearly broke the plastic.

In a moment of morbid humour he thought that suffocating in a bar was not a way he thought he'd go, but then, when Kiryu reached to him it finally ends— Majima coughs out a clot of blood and garbled petals, inhaling loudly as his airways open. ]

Shit— shit— [ He wheezes, relaxing the death grip on the grip enough to remove his hand entirely, and just weakly pat Kiryu's hand. There's still an attempt to put a lighter, almost joking tone into his voice ] I'm... gonna pass on drinkin' tonight, Kiryu-chan.

[ Pretending it's a stomach bug, you bet. He's still trying to register the petals and what this means, and oh, just what the fuck ]

Help me up... will ya?

[lone_horse]

[ That is... that is globs. That is red globs. That is worryingly bloody chunks of- he can't tell what but he doesn't think that it's a good thing that he's coughing them up. He's going to help him up and then he's making a decision.

The pat is... he enjoys those usually, in a way he doesn't often try to think about, but it's clearly a tactic and he's not going to fall for it right now. His own grip is gentle but iron. ]

We need to get you to the clinic. Can you walk?

[hikae]

[ How a man can have a touch that's simultaneously soft and absolutely unyielding? Did Kiryu see past his attempt to hide the severity of this nasty event? Ah crap, he surely did.

Majima isn't sure if he returned to a vertical position on his own, with Kiryu's guidance, or only thanks to his help. It's a easier to breathe now, albeit still painful and it feels a little too hazy to his liking. ]

Think so? [ He flashes Kiryu a wide grin, before he realizes there's some blood on the edge of his lips— still might be just enough of distraction to try and push the bucket away with the tip of his feet ] Lemme just get to a chair, and sit for a moment.

[ He's prickling at the thought of doctors and clinic, but with this being Kiryu's idea he might not be able to just— sneak out of it. So for now, he yields; he's not getting out of that grip, might just lean into it. Enjoy, while it lasts! ]

...it's been. a silly. silly. month of life. Should be at a decent pace now -_-;;;

[lone_horse]

[ It's clear from the look on Kiryu's face: the worried eyes, the way his mouth is turned down at the corners as the only real expression he gets, the tensing of muscles... the man is worried, genuinely worried, and there's even a hint of panic if Majima keeps looking. Blood after a bout is one thing, or during, some smudged on him from before? Business he'd been handling. But something like this, the amount, the fact that it's all-

It had come up so quickly, and happened with no cause. No reason. Injury was simple, but illness? ]

Fine.

[ He doesn't sound happy but he's never been particularly pushy and certainly not with Majima. Majima wasn't the kind of person that worked on anyway, even aside from the fact that it just wasn't his way. So he'll help Majima to a chair and let go in that moment, even if the worried hovering wasn't ending any time soon. ]

Back at Home

[lone_horse]

Yokohama is the first stop. He's glad to see that everything seems to have worked out, that Ichiban and his friends managed to handle the situation with the near-Prime Minister, but none of that is on his mind really as he looks at the squat brick building with a few plants and vegetables growing out front.

Rags wouldn't have ever seen him this... hesitant, the way he needs a moment to suck in a breath (and his courage) and start walking towards the door.

"If he offers you food, take it," he murmurs to Rags just before he puts his hand on the door and opens it to lead the way in.

There's a pretty young woman in a green dress acting as hostess, smiling at them as they enter. The man behind the bar in a neat vest, hair slicked back, a nasty scar across his face... he looks like he's waiting for trouble and ready to handle it but as soon as he sees Kiryu, Rags will see that face transform: the supposed granite brightens into a big smile and a voice like the crack of a whip-

"Where the fuck've you been?"

With all the love in the world hidden behind it.

Re: Back at Home

[littleonewhosteals]

Rags keeps his hoodie on over his head on the journey, hands in his pockets, fidgeting nervously with a rock in his pocket. He wants to make a good impression on these people, or at least not let them hate him, but the more he thinks about it, the more he disbelieves the things that people tell him. That he's charming, that he can do this. A lot of those old fears come rushing back.

He nods one to Kiryu and then, when they step inside, he pushes his hood back and shakes out his hair, looking to the man with a wide expression.

Huh. Well, that makes sense. That's how people should greet his dad. He sticks close to Kiryu, unable to help the smile.

Re: Back at Home

[cold_noodles]

"And who's the short shit you brought with you?" but even the worst of Rags's anxiety could not construe that as anything but a friendly tease, a warm family greeting.

Especially since, as Kiryu had mentioned, his hands are already working behind the bar counter to make up a coke and a bowl of noodles.

Re: Back at Home

[littleonewhosteals]

Far from nervous now, especially recognizing the tone before the words, Rags wanders over to the bar, curious as everything at what he's making. Kiryu didn't even need to prompt him - Rags has never turned down a meal in his life.

"My name's Kiryu Rags," he says in his own accented words, climbing up onto a stool. "That's my oyaji."

Re: Back at Home

[lone_horse]

Kashiwagi looks from Rags. To Kiryu. To Rags. To Kiryu. And then he's going to laugh, brightly.

"Of course he is."

He reaches over the bar and pulls Kiryu against him with one arm, practically headbutting him with a laugh before letting him stand upright on his side of the bar. Kiryu looks a little ruffled since he's not a kid anymore, dammit, but there's a softness to his mouth and a fondness in his eyes that is hard to miss.

Kiryu doesn't even get a chance to speak before a bowl of cold noodles with meat, watermelon, and a few other fixings is placed on the counter along with a full softdrink.

The bartender looks towards Kiryu with a raised eyebrow. What brings him by?

Kiryu glances at the food, and at Rags, and then around the bar. After a moment, he lets his shoulders drop a little.

"I need to ask your advice."

Kashiwagi looks over to the girl and she walks to the door, turning the sign and locking it. She smiles and goes over to the other side of the bar to start cleaning and ignoring everything.

Kashiwagi pours out a whiskey for him and gestures for him to sit.

Re: Back at Home

[littleonewhosteals]

The soda is ignored, since Rags doesn't really like the fizzy drinks, and the watermelon is inspected with a little curiosity, but he knows noodles and knows how to eat them, and so busies himself with it, though he keeps most of his attention on the conversation nearby.

He tucks his feet underneath him, pulling the bowl close.

"He's going to say some fucked up shit," he warns the man softly.