[ Bold and confident. That's how many want to carry themselves, but few succeed. Majima ended twirling a lock of his hair in his finger, one that escaped the clutch of the ponytail. As he quietly tried to crack the mystery of the man before him.

Maybe there wasn't any. Maybe he was just— away from home, like everyone else. And just lucky enough to find someone that recognized names of familiars places. Majima certainly could relate to that. ]

Live fast, die young— I'm here for a good time, not for a long time. [ Cheesy all the fucking way, but ain't that something to look forward to. He almost sounded wistful and decided to drown that out with alcohol. It worked, he chuckled instead, and slurred a bit ] I like that, a strong drive I mean. I like ya. Count me in!