Galactic politics here. Alien attacks somewhere else. Maybe if he took notes he could form this all into a cohesive timeline. Ice-breaker game where instead of placing yourself on the map, you put yourself on the year. Majima chuckled at these thoughts.
"The future sure is goin' to be excitin' for Earth— There's a guy named Newt who mentioned war with aliens as his current reality. Or rather just after that got solved. Good to know some of 'em can be buddies"
Kaidan must be further in the future than Newt tho, that nerd never said anything about being in space for decades and (especially) friendly cooperation. Still, it's probably good to know who might be closer to your times, than who's not, and that kind of information he can offer freely. Either way, they're all had their own baggage, and reason to be here. Buying another chance for services. May it work well this time.
Majima's expression darkened briefly, but he took that chance to inhale what was left of his pizza slice. He buttoned up the loose two upper buttons of his shirt and straightened the collar.
"Me, I was merely a cabaret manager back in 1988—" And that's where Majima's informal way of speech dropped, suddenly changing into a professional and suave cadence followed by an overly theatrical bow. "Name's Goro Majima. A pleasure to meet you sir"
And then— it's all gone, as he relaxes back to his previous stance.
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"The future sure is goin' to be excitin' for Earth— There's a guy named Newt who mentioned war with aliens as his current reality. Or rather just after that got solved. Good to know some of 'em can be buddies"
Kaidan must be further in the future than Newt tho, that nerd never said anything about being in space for decades and (especially) friendly cooperation. Still, it's probably good to know who might be closer to your times, than who's not, and that kind of information he can offer freely. Either way, they're all had their own baggage, and reason to be here. Buying another chance for services. May it work well this time.
Majima's expression darkened briefly, but he took that chance to inhale what was left of his pizza slice. He buttoned up the loose two upper buttons of his shirt and straightened the collar.
"Me, I was merely a cabaret manager back in 1988—" And that's where Majima's informal way of speech dropped, suddenly changing into a professional and suave cadence followed by an overly theatrical bow. "Name's Goro Majima. A pleasure to meet you sir"
And then— it's all gone, as he relaxes back to his previous stance.