[Pardon him while he absorbs all of this information, one item at a time. First, no one else is here? Second, Majima-san?]
Well, if Majima-san was here, I'm glad he was less...lethal. [Between him and Saejima, Joon-gi felt like each of his ribs had been individually and lovingly bruised.
The next bit of information elicits genuine confusion. He frowns.]
I...how is that possible? I was just with you. We were just having the usual drunken karaoke at Survive. Nanba was singing, then we all passed out upstairs. Just...happy to have survived everything with Tendo and Masato.
Is this some kind of odd...side effect of being on this ship?
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Well, if Majima-san was here, I'm glad he was less...lethal. [Between him and Saejima, Joon-gi felt like each of his ribs had been individually and lovingly bruised.
The next bit of information elicits genuine confusion. He frowns.]
I...how is that possible? I was just with you. We were just having the usual drunken karaoke at Survive. Nanba was singing, then we all passed out upstairs. Just...happy to have survived everything with Tendo and Masato.
Is this some kind of odd...side effect of being on this ship?