It's—it's a yakuza thing. If ya really fuck up an' need some way of makin' it up to yer boss... ya cut off yer pinky an' give it to 'em. Don't ask me why it's a thing, I don't know, I just felt like I needed to because of whatever a Love follower hit me with!
[ too bad majima didn't start bonding with love-chan until w5 otherwise he would outright protest in her defense... u_u ]
Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine. I've dealt with shit hundreds of times worse than this, believe me. [ HIS LIFE... has been a bad one... but, that aside, ] —That's right, yer specialty is makin' items, right?
Please don't cut off your hand. At least not in front of me. I'll faint. Seriously. And then you'll have to catch me but then you'll bleed all over me and we'll both die and that'll be such a mess.
[ after the glove materializes, majima lets out a low whistle. ]
Hot damn, Kuzco-han. [ he flexes his hand, and grins in surprise as the pinky of the gauntlet responds as if he'd never lost it. ] It got any other hidden bells an' whistles?
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[He grips his hair.]
I don't know what to do with this? Put it back! Put it back where it came from--on your hand!
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[ HE'S REALLY FUCKING SUFFERING ]
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[He wants to pelt Majima with his own severed pinky. He just squirms.]
I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind!
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[ this is awkward ]
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[He pauses.]
Okay maybe I won't do that. She's a good dancer.
[Hm. :/ ]
Does it hurt? Do you want me to magic you some high dosage pain killers?
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Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine. I've dealt with shit hundreds of times worse than this, believe me. [ HIS LIFE... has been a bad one... but, that aside, ] —That's right, yer specialty is makin' items, right?
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Can ya make me a new robot hand to replace my finger?
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[...]
Wouldn't that require you to lose the rest of your hand.
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I'd do it if I was guaranteed, like, a workin' robo-hand with built-in brass knuckles. The kinda shit that can punch through walls an' whatnot.
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[uh]
Close your eye.
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[ he. he does. what the fuck is about to happen. ]
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Open!
[It's this. This is his new finger right now.]
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[ he takes out the dagger he's kept on him since week one and holds it over his "new finger" threateningly ]
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[Don't you dare slay the damn llama you PSYCHOPATH.]
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I thought you had a better sense of humor than that. Yeesh. What about some kind of high-tech...brass-knuckled glove? No amputation required.
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[ his nostrils flare one more time... before what kuzco offers to him registers in his brain. ]
—Wait, for real?
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What are ya waitin' for, then? Show me yer best handiwork! [ pause ] ... heh. Didn't even plan that one.
[ nvm cancel him ]
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Give it a whirl.
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Hot damn, Kuzco-han. [ he flexes his hand, and grins in surprise as the pinky of the gauntlet responds as if he'd never lost it. ] It got any other hidden bells an' whistles?
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[He laughs.]
Simple but effective. Seemed more your speed, in terms of something like this at least.
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[ he offers his gloved fist for a bump!! BRO!!! but also stop don't feed his ego like this ]
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[But he returns that fistbump in full! Hell yeah!]