Majima catches Caspar's frown, but doesn't appear perturbed. He can make of it what he will.
He's definitely not accustomed to pet etiquette. He hasn't dealt with a lot of pampered creatures -- mostly strays who are happy for a handout. He grimaces at Caspar's reprimand. "Pigs are nature's garbage cans. They can eat all kinds of trash. Besides, she likes it!"
Majima pops the last of the pastry into his mouth and chews thoughtfully, swallowing and clearing his throat before answering Adia's question.
"Nah. Got out of the hostess business. Changin' it up a little: runnin' security, logistics, and some light gaming." Euphemisms for protection rackets, contraband, and gambling dens, respectively. "Managin' ladies was way easier than the staff I got now, I'll say that. Bunch of young dipshits tryin' to throw their weight around. Feels like I'm runnin' a daycare."
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He's definitely not accustomed to pet etiquette. He hasn't dealt with a lot of pampered creatures -- mostly strays who are happy for a handout. He grimaces at Caspar's reprimand. "Pigs are nature's garbage cans. They can eat all kinds of trash. Besides, she likes it!"
Majima pops the last of the pastry into his mouth and chews thoughtfully, swallowing and clearing his throat before answering Adia's question.
"Nah. Got out of the hostess business. Changin' it up a little: runnin' security, logistics, and some light gaming." Euphemisms for protection rackets, contraband, and gambling dens, respectively. "Managin' ladies was way easier than the staff I got now, I'll say that. Bunch of young dipshits tryin' to throw their weight around. Feels like I'm runnin' a daycare."