[Powder sprayed everywhere: onto the ground, onto passerby, onto Kiryu as he turned at the absolute right (or wrong, depending on one's perspective) and got his face splattered by it. He had been careless, and now he would pay the price. Majima was ruthless like that, he knew.
Time seemed to slow.
It moved like molasses, like sap oozing from a tree. It moved like an indecisive slug debating which bit of forest to move to next. It slowed as Majima said something about an anniversary, except in English. It stumbled like the government debating regulations, as Majima wadded up some snow and told him to think fast.
He had enough time to do one thing. Unfortunately, that thing was-]
Majima-
[Speaking, instead of ducking.
The snowball hit.
His life flashed before his eyes. Well, not really, but for some reason the time he got mistaken for a porn magazine thief flashed before his eyes. Of all the moments, it had to be that one that he remembered. Probably because it was Majima that threw the snowball-
Anyway, the moment was such that if anyone had a camera out and took a picture copies of it probably would sell for a decent amount in a few years. The splutter, the surprise, the confusion.
But, the moment passed. Kiryu recovered, he scooped up snow, he threw it with a dramatic-]
Hragh!
[Yeah, that, and if it was nowhere near Majima, listen, he hasn't thrown a snowball in decades at this point, the fact he could think quickly enough to throw snow in the first place was a minor miracle.
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Time seemed to slow.
It moved like molasses, like sap oozing from a tree. It moved like an indecisive slug debating which bit of forest to move to next. It slowed as Majima said something about an anniversary, except in English. It stumbled like the government debating regulations, as Majima wadded up some snow and told him to think fast.
He had enough time to do one thing. Unfortunately, that thing was-]
Majima-
[Speaking, instead of ducking.
The snowball hit.
His life flashed before his eyes. Well, not really, but for some reason the time he got mistaken for a porn magazine thief flashed before his eyes. Of all the moments, it had to be that one that he remembered. Probably because it was Majima that threw the snowball-
Anyway, the moment was such that if anyone had a camera out and took a picture copies of it probably would sell for a decent amount in a few years. The splutter, the surprise, the confusion.
But, the moment passed. Kiryu recovered, he scooped up snow, he threw it with a dramatic-]
Hragh!
[Yeah, that, and if it was nowhere near Majima, listen, he hasn't thrown a snowball in decades at this point, the fact he could think quickly enough to throw snow in the first place was a minor miracle.
...don't say anything.]