[ Briefly, but sadly very noticably, Majima inhaled the whiskey. Literally. Few drops were enough to need to trigger a reflex to cough it out, which caused a sound that was a cross of howl and a wheeze. Shit, that round Zhao won.
But— there was a voice in the back of his head. Voice reminding him about letting loose, the thoughts about dropping all the inhibitions or at least the ones that he could live without. Egging him to carve his own path, one that could never predict.
Him getting surprised if not flustered on a line delivered like that? Predictable. Obvious. That was what it was designed for. To make him admit defeat awkwardly and stand down. So what would be the opposite of that...? ]
—just so we're on the same page, ya mean literally or metaphorically?
[ Nailed it.
Majima hee-hee-heed, his voice a bit hoarse as his airways burned from their intense introduction to whiskey, but not stopping a cocksure grin on his face in the least ]
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But— there was a voice in the back of his head. Voice reminding him about letting loose, the thoughts about dropping all the inhibitions or at least the ones that he could live without. Egging him to carve his own path, one that could never predict.
Him getting surprised if not flustered on a line delivered like that? Predictable. Obvious. That was what it was designed for. To make him admit defeat awkwardly and stand down. So what would be the opposite of that...? ]
—just so we're on the same page, ya mean literally or metaphorically?
[ Nailed it.
Majima hee-hee-heed, his voice a bit hoarse as his airways burned from their intense introduction to whiskey, but not stopping a cocksure grin on his face in the least ]