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oh!

right

i do too

[There's a pause for about a minute or so as Tim types and retypes the next sentence.]

specifically to you? not just in general.

Oh

[ wow what an idiot typing out his reactions as he had them, look who had two thumbs and still didn't understand how texting worked ]

You do? I thought ya might, but I didn't wanna

Can we meet?

[No, Tim just wanted to leave his entire universe and elope to 20th century Japan for shits and giggles, of course he wanted to marry you, you dingus]

yeah i think i'd like that

want me to come by your place?

Yes

[ Wow that was fast ]

Yeah. I'll leave the door open.

i'll be over soon.

[It didn't take him too long to get over there-- he wasn't exactly trying to hurry, but there was that butterfly fluttering in his stomach that made him feel kind of wired. Anxious, but in a good way? Which might just be being excited.]

[When he got there, he let himself in.]

Gorō? I'm here.

Hi.

[ If anything, Majima seemed even more at a loss for words in person. His face seemed to be a couple shades redder than usual on top of that, and he was combing his fingers through the dark hair swept back from his face as he approached the foyer. ]

I'm, uh. That was fast.

[ And then he gave Tim a greeting kiss that lingered on the lips. Somehow, despite his current state, he managed to negotiate the fangs without much trouble. Maybe it was an autopilot thing. ]

Hi.

[Tim returned the kiss and, though having two sets of fangs made things a little difficult, they managed to negotiate it. A couple of pointy teeth weren't going to stop Tim from kissing his boyfriend-slash-possibly-future-fiancé?]

Told you I'd come by soon. [He put his hands on Majima's hips and gave them a little squeeze.] You wanted to talk, right?

[Not, well, 'talk'. Or at least real talking first.]

Yeah. Come in and sit down.

[ Majima took Tim's hand, fingers curled loosely in his boyfriend's as he made his way over to the sectional and sat down on one end. It was nice to have something to do with his fingers other than fidget endlessly with them, making himself even more nervous. He was looking expectantly up at the bullman. Probably waiting for Tim to sit down. ]

The past month or so, I've been thinkin' even more about how we don't know what's coming next. What could happen, or who might go missing.

...I wanted you to know how I felt. You want some tea? [ There was a tray out on the coffee table, along with a few snacks. ]

Edited 2019-12-08 01:46 (UTC)

[Tim followed Majima over to the couch, sitting down on it after him while still holding his hand and smiling at him like a fucking idiot. God, he loved this werewolf crime man. And he'd known that for a while, he'd been head-over-heels for this guy for months, but right now? They were going to have the Talk. And unlike a lot of other Talks, this was the good kind-- the kind that hopefully, at some point, was going to result in him becoming Mr. Timothy... wait. Would someone take somebody else's name? Did they do that in Japan?]

[Tim made a mental note: ask about name changes in Japan.]

[He'd been so focused on Majima and the contents of the previous text messages that he hadn't even noticed the tea and snacks.]

Oh, yeah, sure. I'll get some, you just. Just go ahead, keep going.

[Except he kind of didn't want to let go of Majima's hand? But he'd have to do that to get himself some tea. Dilemmas.]

[ Tim had... kind of said he wanted some tea, but he wasn't letting go of Majima's hand? And now he was smiling at Majima like he was over the fucking moon, and that always made the werewolf feel like he was going to melt, only Majima was actually trying to be responsible here. Actually talk about things. So he reached out and pulled his boyfriend forward instead.

Result: lap minotaur. Good luck snagging those snacks now, sucker. ]

Thing is, guys can't get married in Japan in 1988. To each other, I mean. It's strictly one guy, one gal.

[ He was pretty sure things were different where Tim was from, at least from the way Tim was always holding his hand and looking for kisses and acting like a furry octopus every time they had a chance to cuddle. ]

I don't care, [ it wasn't like he needed legal recognition to do whatever the fuck he wanted, including beefy hunks, ] but I mean. I thought you might.

[If the options were tea or getting on his boyfriend's lap, well, Tim was just going to have to go without that tea, because he was getting in that choice lap. For all that he thought Tim was a cuddly octopus, he sure did encourage him to snuggle up every chance they had.]

[The things he said about the state of marriage in Japan, however, made Tim's stupid smile fade a bit. The idea that no one would recognize their relationship as legitimate was... kind of shitty, if he was being honest. What if one of them got hurt or something? The hospital might not let him into the room, because he wouldn't be 'officially' his spouse. So not being able to get married didn't change how Tim felt about Majima, it just sucked and could be a weird, awful problem in the future.]

Oh. That's... that's a thing back then, huh.

[Majima was definitely right in thinking that things were different in the super space future. No one cared if you got married to a man or a woman, so long as everyone was a consenting adult.]

I... I want to marry you. So it kind of sucks that I can't? But I'm not going to not love you because of it, I just... is it going to be a problem for you? Being with me, I mean.

[ Shit sucked in the past sometimes, and it kind of killed Majima to see that sweet smile fade a little. ]

Don't get me wrong. I'm going to marry ya, one way or the other. It's just that the suits back home won't see things that way. There's some legal procedures we can do to get ya added to the same household as me, but it -- hey.

[ Wow, no. ]

You're not ever going to be a problem for me, alright? You're... [ wow no he was turning red at the tips of his ears, where was his evening fur to cover this shit up ] You're the best thing that ever happened to me. [ If Majima had to teach a lesson to every damn goon in Kamurocho, he'd do it gladly; Tim was worth more to him than any of it. ]

And besides, I got some cachet back home for uh, beating the shit outta everyone? I'll work something out.

[His smile made a bit of a recovery after Majima insisted so earnestly that he'd never be a problem. A part of him wanted to say 'are you sure about that', but he knew that Majima would be upset if he said it out loud.]

I don't want you to have to, like, beat up the entire city or something. You'd never get anything done.

[Sure, maybe Majima could line up every goon in Kamurocho and put his foot up their asses to teach them a lesson, but he shouldn't have to. Besides, that would take so much time, and most of them had such thick skulls that they'd probably need to be taught the lesson more than once.]

It's just that I don't want people to treat you badly because of me. Or for your bosses to have a reason to come down on you.

[He knew how awful it was to have a boss who'd take every opportunity to shit on you.]

I can tone it down when we're in public, too. I know I'm, uh, kinda touchy with you?

They come down hard anyway, it's part of the yakuza game. But I actually ain't in it right now -- makes it a little easier to float terms. [ What a surreal concept, being glad he was triple ultra super banished. ]

Good thing is, I think I got a decent chance of getting them to go along if they let me back in. A lot better than if I was still under Shimano and tryin' to renegotiate.

[ Wow, Tim had to mention the PDA, though. Which Majima liked, of course, but apparently his blood supply wasn't going to catch a break today. ]

Yeah, well. That's just Japan in general. But people'd probably give ya slack for... y'know, bein' a space American. [ Or whatever people from Borderlands were. Japanese people seemed weirdly convinced that Americans kissed each other hello and were weirdly affectionate, it was a thing. ]

Edited 2019-12-08 04:04 (UTC)

[Majima's blush was actually really a good look on him, especially when there wasn't a bunch of fur to obscure it. Granted, a face structure like that? With those cheekbones? What wouldn't look good on him?]

Still. Even if I get cut some slack for being foreign, I've gotta fit in eventually, right? Since I'm gonna be living there.

[Tim wasn't quite as demonstrative as all that-- he was just touchy with Majima, for obvious reasons. So it wouldn't be too bad, right? He'd just have to remember not to kiss him in public and stuff like that.]

Just, like I said, even if I can't marry you there, I still want to go back with you. I, I don't want to live in a universe that doesn't have you in it.

[ Oh.

Now who was being romantic? Majima had rested his hands one over Tim's hip, another over his beefy thigh, and now he tilted his face upward to catch his boyfriend in a kiss. A couple of them, actually: to the corner of Tim's mouth where his left fang was exposed, and the bridge of his nose, with that scatter of freckles. And then a smooch with some tongue in the package, even though Majima could feel a big dumb smile wanting to take over his face. It did anyway, despite his efforts. ]

I feel the same way. I love you, more than anythin' in the whole world. And...

[ Majima loved every inch of this sweet slab of beef, actually. Now that he'd had a taste of what it was like to be hopelessly, stupidly in love, how could he ever go back? ]

We can still get married here, y'know. I wanna really go overboard. White cake, tons of flowers, nice suits, frilly little invitations... the works.

[ Go big or go home, right? An inextricable part of Majima's personality. If he was going to have a wedding, he wanted it to be a wedding, with doves and rings and shit, and he wanted to see the smile on Tim's face when he leaned in to kiss the groom. Surely Tim would want the same, right? He loved flowers and romantic gestures, and if Majima could help make that happen, by god he was going to do it. ]

[Thankfully, they could still kiss and grin like assholes at the same time, so everything worked out just fine. And Tim couldn't help but love the way that Majima wandered with his kisses, pressing them not just to his lips, but also to the corner of his mouth and over the freckles on his cheeks and nose. It was sweet, in a way that would probably embarrass Majima if Tim mentioned it.]

[The idea of going back to his own universe, where he'd be stuck in his terrible job with Jack, and no handsome crime man to tell him he loved him? What a trash universe, he should throw the whole thing out. And, really, what would he even be leaving behind that mattered? Any family he had left thought he was dead. The only vault hunter he liked was Athena, and she'd understand, she was willing to keep working for Jack so that she could get enough money to support herself and her girlfriend. And in exchange, he'd get to live with the crime man love of his life who apparently stopped aging at like 30.]

[Sounded like a fair trade to him.]

Can I have a bouquet? [He just wanted to hold a really big bunch of flowers for his wedding, and maybe get to throw them at people at some point. Y'know, wedding things.] I could wear white, I'm sure they make white suits. Not that I can wear anything that isn't custom anyway.

[Because of his stupid 50-plus inch chest. Nobody really made suits off-the-rack that fit that big of a chest and hips as narrow as his, so hey, if he was getting a custom suit regardless, he could tell them to make it white.]

What's a wedding without a bouquet?

[ Majima reached over, finding Tim's hand and lifting it so he could press his lips to the backs of his boyfriend's fingers. ]

We can go out to some wedding shops, look at options. I figure we'd both need to get some tailorin' done, anyway. Oh, and look at rings, while we're at it.

[ Not that there was anything wrong with that; Tim had to know already that Majima was like Fan #1 of that amazing 50-plus inch chest. ]

So -- red roses or white?

Sure, that sounds great, we can do that. We, we can look at rings. Yeah, definitely.

[Holy shit, they were going to look at rings. Majima was actually going to marry him, and, like, Tim had definitely wanted to get married even before he'd met this handsome werewolf, but he'd never really thought it would actually happen. Someone actually loved him enough to want to spend the rest of their life with him, who would've thought?]

[The dumbass smile was back. God, he was so fucking stupid and so fucking stupid in love with Majima.]

Red? Yeah, I think red, it'd be too much white if I'm wearing a white suit. Contrast or something, I dunno, I didn't do art in school. Have I mentioned that I love you yet?

You sure did. But uh, it's kinda music to my ears? You can say it as much as ya want.

[ Another smooch, this one with plenty of tongue, and this time the way Majima's hands slid over those narrow hips of Tim's wasn't just fond. Everything was fucking adorable about this minotaur, from the smile to the excitement to the way Tim's speech center kind of short-circuited when he was happy, and Majima really, really wanted to make his boyfriend happy.

You know, if Tim couldn't already tell from the smitten look in his eye as Majima gazed up at him. Not looked. Gazed. ]

I'm sure plannin' to. I love you, Tim.

[ So much that he was probably in trouble? He'd probably get arrested for being too gross, it was only a matter of time. ]

[It sure wasn't hard to tell that Tim was thrilled, not when he had a mouth full of stupid and his ears were doing that happy little flutter, and he really couldn't even stop them if he wanted to. He did try to keep himself from accidentally smacking Majima's face with his stupid ears, but that was easier said than done when his face was right there for a kiss and Tim was on cloud freaking nine.]

[So if Majima's goal was to make his beefy boyfriend happy, well. Mission accomplished, Tim was one happy cowboy.]

I love you. [He leaned in, cupping Majima's face in his hands and kissing him.] I love you. [Again.] I love you.

[Gross. Disgusting. Someone call the police on these two assholes, this should be illegal.]

Hey. [He had his forehead pressed up against Majima's, but carefully so that he didn't bonk him with his horns or anything.] Since I'm already here, want me to just stay the night?

You don't even have to ask.

[ Of course he wanted Tim to stay over. There was always room at Majima's place for another helping of space cowman, and he answered Tim's declarations of love with more kisses, all the while feeling like he wasn't built to handle being this happy. No one was, right? He could hardly imagine how his heart, skipping its stupid beat, could fit in the confines of his chest. ]

I love you, too. And, uh... if ya want, I got a new pair of heels I bet you'd like.

[ Now Majima was reaching out to hold and kiss one of those wiggling bovine ears, cheek warm against the soft fur. ]

Or anythin' you want.

[ Look, anything for his sweet Nosferatmoo, that was Majima's motto and he was sticking to it. ]

[There were people in the universe who were apparently this happy all the time, running around in their great lives with people who loved them while exactly zero of those people get shot or horribly murdered or something. Hard to believe, but true. Tim and Majima were just late to that party.]

[Majima's fingers tickled his ear when he held one of them still enough to kiss-- which did only make one of them stop, the other still fluttered a few more times. He really couldn't help it.]

Oh, you, uh. You got a pair?

[Well, at least he didn't know about the pair that Tim had bought him for Christmas, right? Because those were safely tucked away in the back of his closet, and there was no way that Majima would have gone snooping through his things that one time that he'd left him alone in his room.]

I, I'd definitely like to see them sometime? If you wanted to put them on.

[ Majima's response was to push forward, spreading some of those kisses around to Tim's neck and shoulders, and slowly but surely leaning his boyfriend back against the arm of the sofa. By the time Tim's back was pressed against up against the upholstery, there was what one might call a new note of anticipation to his smile. ]

Gimme five minutes, then. I'll meet ya in the bedroom.

[ And then he'd slip loose, the better to throw a smile over his shoulder. ]

Oh... you're not real attached to that shirt, are ya? I've got spares.

[ There was absolutely 0 chance that Majima had snuck a look at his Christmas present!! ]

[The kisses to his neck and shoulders was an easy distraction, and Tim followed where his boyfriend guided him, leaning back as Majima pushed against him until his back was against the sofa. Not that Tim ever had a problem being underneath Majima, especially not when he was smiling down at him in a way that made his stomach go all shivery and hot.]

Yeah, okay, sure.

[Five minutes, he could do that. Tim could be a patient boy while Majima got himself ready, that was fine. And, well, he had a pretty good idea of what Majima would need to prepare for, because there were only a few reasons for your fiance-to-be to ask you if you liked your shirt, and Tim was down for all of them.]

No, not really, it's, you can do whatever you want to it. Definitely not important, should I, um, do I need to do anything? While you get ready?

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