IC Inbox - Ryslig

[blap_blap]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, TIMOTHY LAWRENCE. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 011.11.201.45 *** mrhandsome69 has joined 011.11.201.45 <USERNAME> First sentence of message. <BANNED USER> SCREENED MESSAGE. UNSCREEN? Y/N -- sample for when you ban someone <USERNAME> First sentence of message. <USERNAME> First sentence of message.

Comments

[blap_blap]

[The sounds and bodies pressed around them were starting to fade, dissipating like fog getting burned off by the sun. It had been nice to see this little glimpse into Majima's life before he came to the peninsula, though, get a preview of the bustling Tokyo streets that, one day, he hoped he'd see for real.]

[The kiss was nice. It was a shame that once he crossed over into Majima's universe, it wouldn't be okay for him to just plant one on his boyfriend in public anymore.]

Hmm... well, what was your apartment like? Y'know, wherever you were living before you came here.

[It wasn't like Tim knew much about other locations in Japan to even have an idea of what to ask for. And, anyway, it would be good to know what housing looked like, if he was going to be living in it. And, speaking of living in it,]

I'll probably need some time to adjust? It's, uh, it's a really lively place. But you'll be there, too, so I'll be fine.

[justbeingknife]

[ An unexpected question -- but maybe it shouldn't have been. After all, Majima had been interested in Tim's room, wouldn't it be reasonable to assume the opposite was true? ]

Uh, small? Shitty?

Only half-decent thing about it was that it looked out on the river. All Sagawa really cared about was that I looked the part when I went into work. No reason to set me up with nice digs.

[ Well, that and Majima honestly hadn't given a fuck where he collapsed at night. Any apartment would have been a cage in that state, the only distinction would have been whether it was gilded or not. ]

Couldn't even really open the window, since he had his goons watchin' me from across the way.

[ The colors were the last to go, the checkered dance floor with its neon lights. Then they were back in the tunnels again. Spooooky. ]

[blap_blap]

Oh.

[He'd kind of been expecting something a little less... depressing, to be honest. Majima seemed to like his creature comforts-- his current apartment had that nice, big bed with the sturdy headboard and a nice kitchen and plenty of space, after all. And from what Tim had seen of Kamurocho, the whole city seemed to be in a constant, unending state of indulging itself on every luxury that it could get its hands on.]

[Not Majima, apparently.]

That sounds... really freaking shitty.

[Honestly, fuck this Sagawa guy, he sounded like the worst. And that was coming from Tim, the guy who had the Literal Worst Boss Ever. He kind of hoped the guy got shot in the face or something.]

[The bright lights of the discotheque were slowly replaced by the dark, spooky tunnels. Definitely a down-grade-- even if it had been hard to hear in the club, it had been a fun atmosphere. Down here, it was just kind of damp.]

I'm glad you're not there anymore. [He pulled his boyfriend in a little, so that he could get those beefy arms around him. He decided to date this loud, touchy space American, so he had to deal with all the PDA that came with the territory.] You deserve better than that.

[thekindestdemon]

Would you like a shot of something stronger in your tea?

[To soothe the nerves. Poor Timothy always seemed so on edge about everything.]

The winters usually aren't like this. I don't like it. Not because of my own aversion to the cold, but...it strikes me as an ill omen.

[After living so long in Ryslig, one comes to recognize the signs that something is happening or has happened that effects the very fabric of the world. Signs like this inhospitable winter.]

[justbeingknife]

[ Hey, far be it from Majima to turn up a close encounter with his favorite minotaur. Maybe that depression box in Sotenbori had been pretty shitty, but -- ]

Don't feel too bad for me.

[ He planted a smooch on the tip of Tim's nose. ]

'cause these days, I got everythin' a guy could ask for.

[ Time away from his jackass former boss. A sweet, strong, beefy boyfriend who loved to cuddle. And right now? He couldn't stop from smiling as he looked at Tim, because sure, fuck Sagawa. But also, who the fuck cared? Sotenbori was over, and Timothy Lawrence was right here. ]

And I could say the same about you. Know what? I'm gonna make it my mission to make you the happiest man in Bavan.

[blap_blap]

[Sotenbori was over for now, but one day, it would be un-over. He'd have to go back, hopefully with the addition of a slab of beef, and Sagawa would be right there waiting for him in all his asshole glory. All ready to drink piss and be a dick like Majima had never left.]

[For now, though, it was just the two of them, standing around in some dank tunnels because they'd gotten too distracted by gazing into each other's eyes or whatever to actually finish the job they came down here to do. Good job, dumbasses. There had been an objective here that wasn't 'stand around and make cow eyes at each other'.]

[But clearly fuck that other objective, it was Gross Sappy Boyfriends o'clock.]

Hey, guess what? [Tim leaned in to kiss him, the whole effort only made a little difficult because he was grinning like a fucking idiot.] Mission accomplished. Now what are you going to do?

[Joke's on you, Majima, Tim was already the happiest dumbass cowboy in Bavan, and definitely the happiest that he'd ever been.]

[justbeingknife]

Uh.

[ Great answer, good show. ]

Go for a runnin' title?

[ It might have been damp and a little chilly down in these tunnels, but it hardly mattered; with the fluff of Tim's scarf around him (and it was definitely the scarf and not adoring, fuzzy feelings of the kind that always flooded Majima when he was gazing stupidly into his boyfriend's eyes), Majima's whole face felt warm.

He put a little tongue into it this time, at least trying to restrain himself from being the gross, smitten werewolf in love that Tim always reduced him to -- he'd suggested they go somewhere nice and not weird magic tunnels, and so he eventually had to stop making out in favor of taking Tim's hand and leading him toward the exit, but look.

Look. Maybe he could sneak a couple more kisses on their way out. ]

White, huh? I bet you'll look great in it. Is that the color ya always wanted?

[ Was he assuming Tim had already, in the years prior to steadily dating anyone, secretly been planning what he'd wear if he got hitched? Kind of, yeah. ]

[blap_blap]

[If he was smooching his handsome werewolf boyfriend, even dank, spooky tunnels could be romantic. Especially romantic was the idea of picking out suits with his handsome werewolf boyfriend for their actual real nuptials, a thing that was actually going to happen. And not doing something that they were supposed to do, like pick up some of the things that Tim needed to make the poacher disguise machine.]

[Dumbasses. Someone should separate them, because clearly their brains stopped working whenever they were in close proximity to each other.]

It wasn't exactly what I thought I'd be in? I didn't think, y'know, that I'd be the blushing bride.

[He'd kind of thought that he'd marry a nice girl and she'd be the one wearing white. It was an expectation that he didn't mind having subverted, though.]

Or I guess blushing husband, in this case. How about you? You wear a tux all the time, though...

[Majima's basic clothing was formal, he went and kicked punks' asses while dressed up in a suit. Wearing a tuxedo was hardly even getting dressed up for him.]

[justbeingknife]

Guess I never gave it much thought. I mean, most weddings are about the poofy white dress, right? Next to that, the groom's getup plays second banana.

[ Tim, though? ]

Ya look adorable when you blush. I could watch ya all day.

[ Not helpful, Majima. How the fuck were they going to have a coherent conversation when he wouldn't stop gazing, starry-eyed, at his big beefy space cowboy? ]

I could wear a nicer tux. Keep the tie on, and wear my hair down.

[ It hadn't escaped Majima, after all, that Tim was fond of his hair. Half the reason he hadn't cut it. More than half, actually. God, he'd do any stupid thing for Tim, anything to make him happy, and maybe he'd start thinking of post-ceremony happiness inducement techniques in the span between now and then.

They reached the end of the tunnel, where street noise was once against audible. Hey, success! ]

Unless ya have something specific in mind?

[blap_blap]

Y'know what? Yeah, I, uh, I think I do?

[He could use a bracing drink before anyone got naked. To, like, steady his nerves or something, he's an anxious dude and it definitely doesn't get any better when he's around beautiful, naked women.]

The weather? I mean, it's kinda sudden, I guess. [He's not terribly superstitious, but a big snowstorm certainly doesn't bode well for his weekend plans. Or... well, it probably does, because he's fine with spending a weekend on the couch with his wolfman boyfriend, so that would actually be the perfect weather for it.] But, hey, at least if it's snowing, the city's too wet to catch fire. So it can't be all bad.

[blap_blap]

You do look really good with your hair down...

[It was getting pretty long, too. It seemed like he was keeping it long because Tim liked it so much, which was really pretty sweet of him. He could cut it however he wanted, of course, Tim would think he was handsome with it long or short or anywhere in between. Even if he cut it into some weird bowl cut thing.]

[They were getting back to the street, close enough that Tim could hear the sounds of pedestrians and traffic. It sounded familiar, and he had a pretty good idea of where they were going to emerge; not that far from the tailor's, which was convenient. Minotaur maze-sense was surprisingly useful. As they got up to street-level, Tim hooked an arm through Majima's, keeping pace with him.]

For you? Oh, no. You could wear a paper bag and still look great. Wear whatever you want, it's your wedding, too.

[That actually made him think of something that he hadn't asked before, but probably should've?]

Do they usually do tuxes in Japan? Or, uh, is it usually something else?

[justbeingknife]

If it's a Western-style weddin'. For Shinto weddings, you'd have a formal black kimono. They wear 'em for formal occasions in general, kinda like a fancy suit. Remember when I showed ya that photo? My brother was wearing one.

[ He looked Tim up and down, appreciatively. ]

You'd look pretty dashing in one, come to think of it. Maybe when we get back, I can have ya try one on.

[ Hey. If Saejima could pull off a montsuki, so could his space boyfriend.

They turned the corner right to the tailor's shop, and right up front was a broad display, showing a number of formal suits. Rows of fabric: neckties, bowties, jackets. The proprietor was an elegant-looking woman with greying hair, who looked up with curiosity as they came in.

"Hello, looking for anything in particular?" ]

<kyouken> monster rabies!!

[justbeingknife]

Tim can ya come over
Maybe this afternoon?

I'm feelin' a little... under the weather

< mrhandsome69 > strikes are things he typed and then deleted

[blap_blap]

[Tim read this text message about ten times over, trying to figure out if it was some kind of innuendo. Like, he wasn't into doctors or anything, but people liked sexy nurse roleplay, right? And Majima had seemed to be into a little roleplaying before, with the whole Nosferatmoo thing. That must be what this was-- an invitation for a little dress-up hanky panky. Okay, Tim, respond accordingly.]

sure, i can be over in a bit

i'll take really good care of you ;)

:)

;D

is this a sex thing you have to tell me if it's a sex thing

[justbeingknife]

You're such a sweetheart, aren't ya?

I won't go anywhere.

[ And anyway, everything from the outside of Majima's place looked normal. A couple of sets of footprints in the snow: some from boots, some from canine paws. And inside? Pretty quiet, though Majima wouldn't immediately rush down to the door on this particular day in January. ]

[blap_blap]

Sure. I think I'd look pretty good in black.

[Duh, everyone looked good in black, that wasn't an accomplishment. Try looking good in canary yellow, that was a real tough gig to pull off.]

[Inside the tailor's shop, there were... clothes. Because that's what a tailor did, they made clothes. Specifically, there were plenty of suits in different cuts and fabrics and embellishments, a long list of options for a man who actually knew a goddamn thing about suits. Tim was not that kind of man. Hell, the only time he'd had to wear suits was when he'd have to put on one of Jack's, and it would without fail have way too much gold fabric in it. He'd had to look like a gilded asshole.]

[The tailor looked like a very serious lady who asked Tim a very serious question. An answer was clearly expected.]

Hi, uh. Clothes. [Goddammit, Tim. Jack was the gilded asshole, answer appropriately.] Uh, I mean, tuxes. A white one, and, um... did you actually want a black one? [That question was directed to Majima, the person whose body was presumably going to be in one of those suits.]

I'm not gonna make you stick to the whole monochrome thing if you don't want to.

[justbeingknife]

I wonder how you'd look in a yukata.

[ Majima said, almost idly. It absolutely was not idly, however. On one hand, it might be a little harder to pull of the smooth silhouette with that big, beefy bod. On the other, who cared if it made for great cleavage?

Right. The question. ]

A pair of wedding tuxes.

[ The crime man confirmed, like he hadn't just been thinking about Tim's big old tracts of land like a second earlier. ]

I was thinkin' maybe blue or silver. Something a little different from the usual.

[ "Oh! Well, that's certainly doable. I can have my assistant pull a few samples for you, but..." and now she turned to Tim. "We'll need to take your measurements, of course. Do you have the time now?" ]

[blap_blap]

just sit tight, i'll be there after i get a few things

[God, he doesn't have a nurse's outfit or a stethoscope or anything. He'd have to make a run to that adult toy store to pick up the outfit and all the accessories that he'd need to go with it, then change really quick once he got to Majima's place. Man, he liked doing a little sexy roleplay with his boyfriend, but he really could've used a little bit of a head's up in this case. It was kind of last-minute.]

[After a rapid-fire sexy shopping spree, Tim made his way to his boyfriend's apartment. He wiped off his hooves at the doorway and put on the little rubber covers that he always carried around so that he wouldn't scratch up the floors. It was pretty quiet for a man waiting around for his lover to show up for some hanky panky, but maybe Majima was just hanging out in the bedroom? Good, that gave Tim time to change.]

I'll be there in just a minute!

[Okay, time to get into the bathroom and change. Tim had had to guess the size for his sexy nurse outfit, and, well... he was pretty close? As close as he could manage for his absurd body proportions, and while he could get the zipper up most of the way, it wasn't exactly cooperative when it came to his generous tracts of land. And that was even with the huge boob window, this thing just wasn't built with his proportions in mind. It would have to do, though, and Tim tugged on some fishnet stockings over his weird cow legs and had to wrestle with the stupid little hat thing for a minute or so to get it pinned in place on top of his pomade-covered head. Then a stethoscope to hook around his neck and a little "medicine" bag full of, like, lube and vibes and stuff. The sort of thing that a sexy nurse would need, probably? It was fine. This was Fine.]

[Okay, Tim. Showtime. Be sexy.]

[He went over to Majima's bedroom and opened the door, trying to pose himself in the doorway in a manner that was both sexy and not likely to bust any seams on the outfit.]

I heard you were, uh, feeling under the weather?

[justbeingknife]

[ God, Tim, what a good boy. And if Majima had been in any other shape than he was now, curled up on the sofa in a feverish pile of blankets and shoved up into the back of the couch at just such as an angle as to not be immediately seen when his boyfriend had come in...

Well. Things would have been different.

As it was, Tim was a sight for sore eyes. Was that a nurse outfit? In his current state of brain fog, what Majima thought was that wow, Tim was really into taking care of his boyfriend.

And also wow: he was practically spilling out of that uniform. Bless that space cowboy, and his giant boob window. ]

Hey, Tim.

[ Majima sat up, hair tousled, clad in only his underwear and one of Tim's oversized shirts loosely buttoned around his shoulders. Actually sort of incorrectly buttoned? Anyone could see his chest through the mismatched gaps in that shirt. ]

Ya came.

[ His voice sounded a little hoarse, but his tail was waving back and forth at the very welcome sight. He even put his arms out, quite obviously angling for an embrace. ]

[blap_blap]

Uh, haha, yeah, I figured.

[Tim made a half-apologetic little laugh at the need to take his measurements. There was no way that anyone would have anything that would fit him right off the rack, so he'd have to be that asshole who had to get everything measured so that shirts and jackets could be custom-made for him. He didn't mean to be That Guy, but he also couldn't help it.]

Yeah, I've got the time now, I guess. [Not exactly his favorite way to spend a good twenty minutes, but a necessary evil. Then, to his werewolf beau,] Do you wanna look at some fabric and stuff while I get prodded? Then we can take a look at what you like?

[He was sure that Majima would look great in whatever he picked and whatever color he picked; he'd look great in blue, or silver, or a paper bag with the word 'tuxedo' written on it in marker. It was just a matter of deciding what he thought was best.]

[And if there were no objections to that plan of attack, he could go back with the Serious Sewing Lady and settle himself in for a good twenty minutes of holding his arms at weird angles.]

[blap_blap]

[The bedroom was empty when Tim opened the door, which was deeply confusing until he heard Majima's sleepy, kind of rough voice from the couch. When he turned, his boyfriend was wrapped up in blankets, one of Tim's shirts draped over his shoulders, buttoned up wrong. It was like he'd tried to get dressed in the dark, or like he'd tried to do up the shirt but mis-matched the buttons with the holes. He had the skin of sallow, sickly complexion that, well... someone who was actually sick would have. Even though he looked happy to see his cowboy, he just didn't look very good himself.]

Oooooh, you're actually sick.

[God, Tim, you dumbass. When he said he was feeling under the weather, he meant that he was feeling under the weather, not that he was coyly suggesting a round in the sack. Tim felt his face go hot in record time, and he crossed over to his sick boyfriend to get a better look at him and try to distract from his own embarrassment by, like, not being a terrible boyfriend.]

Are you okay? Do you need me to get some medicine or something? Oh my god, I didn't bring medicine, I brought freaking lube, I'm an idiot--

[Good job, Tim, you are the number one idiot, it is you. Tim put his hands against Majima's cheeks, then over his forehead, feeling for a fever.]

You're kinda warm. [Majima's arms were open as though for an embrace, though, and Tim absolutely couldn't refuse him. He sat down on the edge of the couch and pulled him in so that he could have as much hug as he wanted from his beefy cowboy. And, hey, plenty of tit spilling out of that dress for him to put his head on.] I think you have a fever? Are you cold? Do you want something to drink?

[justbeingknife]

[ Tim's face went red, and Majima really wanted to say something about how he wasn't an idiot, about how -- ]

I'm glad you're here.

[ Okay, good start. Majima draped his arms around Tim's beefy, nurse outfit-clad shoulders, and he immediately felt better. Placebo effect, sure, whatever... but maybe medical science should also consider the healing power of resting your head on the titty. Think of the breakthroughs in mankind's future. ]

I feel kinda hot, yeah. [ Probably why he was hanging out in his PJs instead of curled up in bed like a sensible werewolf. ] And tired. Scratchy.

I don't need anything, though, really.

[ Lies, everyone knew invalids needed Fluids. But he did seem entirely content to just remain here, and die as he lived: with his face buried in his boyfriend's chest. ]

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima's answer was to plant another kiss on Tim's temple. ]

Go on ahead. You know where to find me.

[ A black tux would have been just fine, and all that. It was just that he wanted something a little different from his everyday wear. And Majima was fine being poked and prodded with the materials they had while Tim was getting his beef sized.

So while the tailor broke out the measuring tape and remarked on Tim's shoulders in back, Majima would be looking at pocket kerchiefs and listening to spiels about boutonnieres. And talking in slightly nervous fashion to the assistant, who was asking him questions. ]

Yeah, I, uh. Never thought I'd be in one of these shops? For myself, I mean.

[ He sounded happy. ]

[blap_blap]

[Majima looked exhausted, like he might just fall asleep right on Tim's generous tracts of land, regardless of the fact that he was still mostly upright. Tim ran a hand through his hair, gentle and comforting, and even those normally supernaturally gorgeous locks seemed a little... limp. And that was honestly the most convincing evidence that his werewolf boyfriend was actually under the weather.]

[Tim made a sympathetic noise when Majima told him that he felt hot and tired and awful. His poor, sweet boyfriend, sick as, well... a dog.]

You probably should be in bed, though. [That's where sick people were supposed to go, right? Straight to bed, to sleep it off. Majima could use a few days off, anyway, to lay around and let a slab of beef in a tiny nurse's costume take care of him. Wait on him hand and paw. There was one thing that he might like about this situation, though...]

I could carry you there? You shouldn't strain yourself.

[The werewolf seemed really fond of being in Tim's beefy arms, so maybe he wouldn't object so much to going back to bed if he was carried there in his favorite pair. Really nice biceps made everything better, right?]

[justbeingknife]

Hey, I --

[ Majima began, probably about to protest, only

actually

that flush across his cheeks might not have been due entirely to the fever. ]

Okay. Yeah.

[ After all, how often did he get a chance to be swept up in those beefy arms? And now the opportunity (however under the weather he might feel) had practically been dropped in his lap. ]

I should know when to let someone else take care of me, right? Thanks, Tim.

[ And unless Tim moved otherwise, Majima would just sort of slide free of the blankets, lean in, and rest his head against the solid rise of Tim's chest, allowing for the minotaur to pick him up more easily. ]