[ Well... maybe not so much what Majima did for a job, but certainly why he was always apparently getting caught up in bloody real estate conflicts or beating on dudes or (apparently) feeling at home setting up a bar. Either way, Eddie asking about it one way or another made this easier.
Something shifted subtly in Majima's expression; he reached behind himself and removed a slender object from under his suit jacket: a tantō in its sheath. Beautifully lacquered black at the hilt, with delicate flowers blooming up over its polished surface. He placed it on the counter between them -- more of a submission of proof than an invitation to pick it up.
Eddie had asked for honesty, so this was part of that. ]
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Something shifted subtly in Majima's expression; he reached behind himself and removed a slender object from under his suit jacket: a tantō in its sheath. Beautifully lacquered black at the hilt, with delicate flowers blooming up over its polished surface. He placed it on the counter between them -- more of a submission of proof than an invitation to pick it up.
Eddie had asked for honesty, so this was part of that. ]
I'm ex-Tojo. A yakuza.