Sneaking around with Shimano's daughter isn't the best idea Majima's had, and Saejima is more than happy to remind him of that fact as the two sit across from each other in their cramped living room. They're sharing a couple canned sakes, lounging about like two bums because it's fucking sweltering, and for some reason, Saejima decides now's as good a time as any to revisit the topic of Majima fucking around with their bosses daughter. I'm just sayin', bro— Saejima holds up a hand in defense, it's a sure-fire way to get whacked. Besides, she's Shimano's daughter. Don't that kinda ruin it for ya, when you're—you know. Majima bristles, she ain't his actual daughter, ya jackass. Guess he married her mom when she was real young, practically raised her as his own. Just as Saejima opens his mouth to fire back, three neat little knocks at the front door interrupt them. Saejima rolls his eyes, but he's unable to fully wipe the amused smile off his face as Majima practically scrambles to the door. She said she'd swing by today if she could shake her guards, and he knows first hand how slippery she can be.