Zhao groans, throwing his arms up in the air in exasperation. He's about 10 seconds away from booing Majima for that response with no mercy at all for his old man gay panic, but he manages to reign it in at the last possible moment (so he doesn't get stabbed) and switch gears to: "Come on, man! Didn't we all just learn a big important lesson about trying for a better life instead of resigning ourselves to fate, or whatever?" This is maybe not exactly the application of that lesson that anyone expected, but well, why not?
Because, sure. Maybe Majima doesn't 'deserve' a happy ending, whatever that means, but people get shit they don't deserve all the time: both in good ways, and in bad ones. Even Kiryu seemed to think he deserved to wither away and die of cancer while still on his feet, working off some debt to the shadiest bunch of suits Zhao has ever met (he's been in organized crime his whole life, mind you) but they both know there's no just world in which that's true.
So he scoffs, even as he reaches for the cooking oil and pours some in the wok which is now thoroughly pre-heated. "Majima-san, that's stupid. Who else can even, like, get him? The shit he's seen would probably make a civvie run screaming." Shared life experience is not exactly a guarantee of romantic compatibility, but with how things go in their business, it seems like it would really help. "And anyway, I bet he's spent his whole life having to run around saving everyone's ass, all the time. He seems real scared of putting anyone other than himself in danger, now. But you can keep up with him." Zhao casually chucks the shelled shrimp into the wok next, and immediately gets them moving with a spatula to keep them from sticking down to the surface and shredding apart later. The smell of hot oil and seafood finally starts to take over the lingering scent of cleaning supplies throughout the tiny restaurant, and over the sound of metal scraping against metal, he tacks on the extremely important: "Plus, you're hot as fuck. Who's gonna beat that?"
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Because, sure. Maybe Majima doesn't 'deserve' a happy ending, whatever that means, but people get shit they don't deserve all the time: both in good ways, and in bad ones. Even Kiryu seemed to think he deserved to wither away and die of cancer while still on his feet, working off some debt to the shadiest bunch of suits Zhao has ever met (he's been in organized crime his whole life, mind you) but they both know there's no just world in which that's true.
So he scoffs, even as he reaches for the cooking oil and pours some in the wok which is now thoroughly pre-heated. "Majima-san, that's stupid. Who else can even, like, get him? The shit he's seen would probably make a civvie run screaming." Shared life experience is not exactly a guarantee of romantic compatibility, but with how things go in their business, it seems like it would really help. "And anyway, I bet he's spent his whole life having to run around saving everyone's ass, all the time. He seems real scared of putting anyone other than himself in danger, now. But you can keep up with him." Zhao casually chucks the shelled shrimp into the wok next, and immediately gets them moving with a spatula to keep them from sticking down to the surface and shredding apart later. The smell of hot oil and seafood finally starts to take over the lingering scent of cleaning supplies throughout the tiny restaurant, and over the sound of metal scraping against metal, he tacks on the extremely important: "Plus, you're hot as fuck. Who's gonna beat that?"