[ Majima grimaced slightly; the last thing he needed was a reminder of that little incident. Thankfully, they had something else to do here that was not 'reminisce about that time the natives offered you Definitely Not Moonshine'.
He moved along the wood floor towards a small office, walking in catfooted way he'd adopted ever since it had been hammered into everyone's heads that even the most innocent creak of an errant floorboard might end with a trip back to the Reset Room.
Carefully, he oiled the office door, then opened it. Light filtered in from a small window at the back of the office; there were keys and paper and miscellaneous fitness supplies strewn everywhere -- not as if in panic, but carelessly, like this had been normal operating procedure. ]
Guess neatness wasn't their forte. Looks like a hurricane hit this place.
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He moved along the wood floor towards a small office, walking in catfooted way he'd adopted ever since it had been hammered into everyone's heads that even the most innocent creak of an errant floorboard might end with a trip back to the Reset Room.
Carefully, he oiled the office door, then opened it. Light filtered in from a small window at the back of the office; there were keys and paper and miscellaneous fitness supplies strewn everywhere -- not as if in panic, but carelessly, like this had been normal operating procedure. ]
Guess neatness wasn't their forte. Looks like a hurricane hit this place.