[ Or something. Spoiler alert, though: Majima hated crying. Which was why he started cautiously toward the sound, which was further down the trail. There was the rustling of feet through the fallen leaves, moving slowly toward them.
"Please..." came a piteous voice from somewhere up ahead. ]
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[ Or something. Spoiler alert, though: Majima hated crying. Which was why he started cautiously toward the sound, which was further down the trail. There was the rustling of feet through the fallen leaves, moving slowly toward them.
"Please..." came a piteous voice from somewhere up ahead. ]