"You just said someone gave ya the idea," Majima pointed out as he literally also pointed a finger at Coraline. "So they told ya to do it. Seems pretty irresponsible to me."
Telling a kid to commit blackmail, that is. What kind of adult would do that. Surprisingly (or maybe not), Majima wasn't the sort. A(n ex-)yakuza he may have been, but his old fashioned morals meant keeping women and children out of the underworld. It was one thing to work as a hostess, a whole other to do the duty work of a gangster.
Then again, politics ran the same games sometimes. It was a cut-throat world. Better to be the one doing the cutting than getting cut, no? Still, it didn't sit all that well with Majima. He would rather protect a civvie from such dark paths than watch them walk it especially when he was already close enough to get involved.
He rubbed at the back of his head, gaze flicking about as he worried over the issue in his head. Clearly he'd hit a sore spot with her. And arguing probably wasn't going to help anything here. His gaze flicked back to her. He tried to remain calm and steady.
"That sort of business is risky. Even with your supposed advantages you don't know what could happen in a place like this. It ain't a normal world." Then again, he didn't really know what sort of world she was from in the first place. "Look, if that's what ya think you'd be good at... Best be damn careful about it. Don't go doin' something stupid just to prove a point 'cause I ain't bailin' ya out if ya come cryin' that ya messed up right off the bat."
Except that was entirely a lie and he totally would go to her rescue if needed. This was likely to make her more huffy, he realized, but what was said was said. He always was good at sticking his foot in his mouth. If he wasn't working the crowd at the Grand, he tended to be downright dumb when it came to quick-talking.
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Telling a kid to commit blackmail, that is. What kind of adult would do that. Surprisingly (or maybe not), Majima wasn't the sort. A(n ex-)yakuza he may have been, but his old fashioned morals meant keeping women and children out of the underworld. It was one thing to work as a hostess, a whole other to do the duty work of a gangster.
Then again, politics ran the same games sometimes. It was a cut-throat world. Better to be the one doing the cutting than getting cut, no? Still, it didn't sit all that well with Majima. He would rather protect a civvie from such dark paths than watch them walk it especially when he was already close enough to get involved.
He rubbed at the back of his head, gaze flicking about as he worried over the issue in his head. Clearly he'd hit a sore spot with her. And arguing probably wasn't going to help anything here. His gaze flicked back to her. He tried to remain calm and steady.
"That sort of business is risky. Even with your supposed advantages you don't know what could happen in a place like this. It ain't a normal world." Then again, he didn't really know what sort of world she was from in the first place. "Look, if that's what ya think you'd be good at... Best be damn careful about it. Don't go doin' something stupid just to prove a point 'cause I ain't bailin' ya out if ya come cryin' that ya messed up right off the bat."
Except that was entirely a lie and he totally would go to her rescue if needed. This was likely to make her more huffy, he realized, but what was said was said. He always was good at sticking his foot in his mouth. If he wasn't working the crowd at the Grand, he tended to be downright dumb when it came to quick-talking.