It doesn't even occur to Majima that he should be self-conscious about his habit. Close quarters, public spaces ... it's all fair game to a man who hails from late-eighties Japan.
The snakeskin jacket creaks as he crosses his arms. "So everything out of pocket, huh? You got enough, or are ya lookin' for investors to fill in where your fam can't?"
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The snakeskin jacket creaks as he crosses his arms. "So everything out of pocket, huh? You got enough, or are ya lookin' for investors to fill in where your fam can't?"