[ it's balls to the walls crazy in terms of mayhem - just how tetora likes it.
majima is whispering sweet nothings to the man he's just destroyed and tetora can't help finding himself laughing, such a heartfelt sound that not even the red dust or the rain could choke down. he imagines this must be what fighting with a comrade would be like, what fighting with the lucy seven was supposed to be if they ever survived to be on his level of insanity. he never got to know; he mowed them all down like they were nothing, destroyed all of their potential under the weight of his own ego and his anger.
this feels natural. this feels real, the way his blood pulses under his skin and catches fire at the thought of a fight. ]
You're fucking nuts, Majima.
[ the crowd is starting to thin out, though - there aren't any new attackers coming through the dust, possibly because the rain is getting heavier and not even the preternatural dust can fight gravity. time to take their time. ]
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majima is whispering sweet nothings to the man he's just destroyed and tetora can't help finding himself laughing, such a heartfelt sound that not even the red dust or the rain could choke down. he imagines this must be what fighting with a comrade would be like, what fighting with the lucy seven was supposed to be if they ever survived to be on his level of insanity. he never got to know; he mowed them all down like they were nothing, destroyed all of their potential under the weight of his own ego and his anger.
this feels natural. this feels real, the way his blood pulses under his skin and catches fire at the thought of a fight. ]
You're fucking nuts, Majima.
[ the crowd is starting to thin out, though - there aren't any new attackers coming through the dust, possibly because the rain is getting heavier and not even the preternatural dust can fight gravity. time to take their time. ]