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Majima's only initial assurance that he's in his own apartment is the familiar cocktail of smells: stale cigarette smoke mixed with neighboring restaurant smells, the mustiness emanating from the old tatami mats. This is joined by the muffled sounds of Sotenbori -- the boats along the river, the cars and crowds.
As much as he hates his nominal "home," at least it's warmer, thank god. His tuxedo is still damp and cold with melted ice, and he pulls off his jacket, both dress and under shirts. These get tossed into a pile with more force than is entirely warranted. Damp shoes and socks are pulled off with equal fury.
How bad is it, exactly? How much light can he still see? He feels along the wall for the lightswitch to turn on the one bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, then swats a hand around the air until he catches it, brings it close to his eye. He recoils as it reignites the pain caused by the burning flash that took his vision. "Fuck."
This is bad. He slumps onto the floor and cups his face in his hands. This is bullshit. His hand reaches for the PINpoint in his pocket and runs his fingers along the edges until they brush over a button.
"Hi! Can I help you with something, MA-JI-MA GO-RO?" a bright female voice intones calmly, switching to stilted syllables when she arrives at his name.
He jumps at the unfamiliar voice. "Oh, shit, forgot you can talk, huh?"
"That's right! I'm Pippa! Your personal PINpoint assistant! You can talk to me in complete sentences."
Well that's a stroke of luck. "Can you send a message for me uh, . . . Pippa?" he asks cautiously.
"Yes. Who would you like to send a message to?"
"Harley."
"I'm sorry. I couldn't find a contact by that name."
"Harley? Ya sure?" Majima frowns. Oh, right. He changed her name in the device. "Send a message to Cupcake."
"Alright! What would you like to say to Cupcake?"
Majima opens and closes his mouth a few times. How to put this? "Oi, Harley-chan. Came down with a bug and can't make it to work tonight. Can ya make sure nothin' catches on fire?"
The device dings in confirmation, then pauses for a moment. "Okay. I sent the message to Cupcake."
"Thanks, Pippa," he says with a long exhale.
Majima lies back onto the floor and lets the panic wash over him. If this is permanent, he prays Sagawa himself will show up and put a bullet between his useless-ass eyes. At least I'll never see it comin'.
As much as he hates his nominal "home," at least it's warmer, thank god. His tuxedo is still damp and cold with melted ice, and he pulls off his jacket, both dress and under shirts. These get tossed into a pile with more force than is entirely warranted. Damp shoes and socks are pulled off with equal fury.
How bad is it, exactly? How much light can he still see? He feels along the wall for the lightswitch to turn on the one bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, then swats a hand around the air until he catches it, brings it close to his eye. He recoils as it reignites the pain caused by the burning flash that took his vision. "Fuck."
This is bad. He slumps onto the floor and cups his face in his hands. This is bullshit. His hand reaches for the PINpoint in his pocket and runs his fingers along the edges until they brush over a button.
"Hi! Can I help you with something, MA-JI-MA GO-RO?" a bright female voice intones calmly, switching to stilted syllables when she arrives at his name.
He jumps at the unfamiliar voice. "Oh, shit, forgot you can talk, huh?"
"That's right! I'm Pippa! Your personal PINpoint assistant! You can talk to me in complete sentences."
Well that's a stroke of luck. "Can you send a message for me uh, . . . Pippa?" he asks cautiously.
"Yes. Who would you like to send a message to?"
"Harley."
"I'm sorry. I couldn't find a contact by that name."
"Harley? Ya sure?" Majima frowns. Oh, right. He changed her name in the device. "Send a message to Cupcake."
"Alright! What would you like to say to Cupcake?"
Majima opens and closes his mouth a few times. How to put this? "Oi, Harley-chan. Came down with a bug and can't make it to work tonight. Can ya make sure nothin' catches on fire?"
The device dings in confirmation, then pauses for a moment. "Okay. I sent the message to Cupcake."
"Thanks, Pippa," he says with a long exhale.
Majima lies back onto the floor and lets the panic wash over him. If this is permanent, he prays Sagawa himself will show up and put a bullet between his useless-ass eyes. At least I'll never see it comin'.
