[ That was easy enough. Majima swiped quickly at the pile of his clothes on the floor, then made his way over to the bed. He glanced over his shoulder only once; the end of his ponytail brushed lightly over his back as he did so.
Well, someone had to go first.
Majima sat on the edge of the bed, head tilted up to watch. He was curious to see if there would be any recognition in the man's expression, any flicker of apprehension. Back home, even Dojima's foot soldiers had recognized the Hannya for what it was -- a demon, the transformation of beauty into a creature of obsession and rage. ]
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Well, someone had to go first.
Majima sat on the edge of the bed, head tilted up to watch. He was curious to see if there would be any recognition in the man's expression, any flicker of apprehension. Back home, even Dojima's foot soldiers had recognized the Hannya for what it was -- a demon, the transformation of beauty into a creature of obsession and rage. ]