[Two groups of drunk meet in a street and what happens? Some jackass got the brilliant idea to use a bike as a bludgeoning weapon, and then get socked for it because it took way too long to heft up a bike to swing around. The guy reeled back from the strike, dropping the bike and apparently deciding that it was totally cool to take a swing at the next dude he saw. Which was Tim? Tim didn't appreciate it.]
[Even if illusion-yakuza-guy couldn't actually hurt him, he still looked solid enough. Tim was saved-- sort of-- by Majima grabbing him by the waist and pulling him into the clear. Normally, Tim would've been all about his boyfriend getting his hands on him, possibly in an inappropriately PDA-way for all these Japanese people, but right now? Distracted by the drunk asshole.]
Hey, what the hell? [He was the loud space American, he'd yell at the hallucination crime man if he wanted to.] C'mon, man, I didn't do anything! Don't swing at me, you're supposed to hit that guy.
[Go hit that other guy in the shitty suit with the overly-pomaded hair.]
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[Even if illusion-yakuza-guy couldn't actually hurt him, he still looked solid enough. Tim was saved-- sort of-- by Majima grabbing him by the waist and pulling him into the clear. Normally, Tim would've been all about his boyfriend getting his hands on him, possibly in an inappropriately PDA-way for all these Japanese people, but right now? Distracted by the drunk asshole.]
Hey, what the hell? [He was the loud space American, he'd yell at the hallucination crime man if he wanted to.] C'mon, man, I didn't do anything! Don't swing at me, you're supposed to hit that guy.
[Go hit that other guy in the shitty suit with the overly-pomaded hair.]