[ Majima ducked into the house first, footsteps nearly soundless as he stepped inside. It'd obviously been worked over before -- there was a couch, its insides raided for the stuffing. A kitchen, partially picked over. There was a shattered CRT TV in the living room, but would that be of any use? ...eh, probably not.
There was also a shelf of novels, mostly old and yellowed. Majima, curious, ran his fingers along the spines of a few of these. Most of them were in French, but a few stuck out due to the cover art or something else about their design. There were also some slimmer volumes down at the bottom, scattered. Comic books.
He picked up a few of these, then slipped several into his bag. ]
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There was also a shelf of novels, mostly old and yellowed. Majima, curious, ran his fingers along the spines of a few of these. Most of them were in French, but a few stuck out due to the cover art or something else about their design. There were also some slimmer volumes down at the bottom, scattered. Comic books.
He picked up a few of these, then slipped several into his bag. ]
French people love comics.