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<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

When do you suppose? After I closed the deal.

[He is clearly putting this together, now, Tim.]

There must be a way to control it.

< mrhandsome69 >

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yell at mana? find a way to make yourself un-teleportable? there's gotta be a limit on like, what or how much can be popped around town. or maybe how far you can be teleported?

like maybe if you're out in the countryside and there isn't a bedroom around for miles to dump you into, you'll just. stay put?

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

[Can you hear that from across the city, Tim? That's the sound of Javert lobbing his talisman at the wall as hard as his fist can throw.]

Putain de merde!

I am a damn ninny. I knew she was a sly creature, but I worded my request precisely. Yet still she found a loophole, if this is the case of it!

< mrhandsome69 >

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i mean i dunno how you were supposed to anticipate that one

like i wouldn't expect a teleportation clause in an insomnia cure, that's pretty out there

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

my gf died the 1 u dont come back from

left me her house

were moving so pack up ur shit

< mrhandsome69 >

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oh. i'm sorry

[Jesus christ, Jack, just drop that shit right on him, why don't you. What the hell are you supposed to say to that???]

i'll start getting things sorted. when do you want to be out of here by?

[G O D this is going to be a Thing to explain to Majima.]

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

shit happens, rite? shit happens, girlfriends die, its not like im not used 2 it

[Jack already murdered out his emotions before shooting Tim a text.]

soon as we can

lucky u, u get an upgrade. whole frigging wing of ur own

< mrhandsome69 >

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yeah okay i guess i'll start getting stuff boxed up

and uh call some movers??

i won't touch anything in your workshop though

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

dont worry about furniture or any of that

place is furnished

damn rite u wont

o n theres like a butler/house boy 2

comes w/the house

< mrhandsome69 >

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does this guy have a name???

also if this is a whole mansion i might need some help? that's kind of a lot of house for one person to keep up with

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

virgil

its a mansion-mansion, tim, n ive already hired a maid. theres house staff 4 all that now, theyll clean up after u

ur on the jack train 2 success, buddy, enjoy ur improved station in life

< mrhandsome69 >

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oh. good?

that'll actually be really nice, juno kind of makes big messes sometimes and it's a pain to deal with it by myself

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

yea this works out fine, i guess

i do half own a town now so we were gonna move anyway but id rather be in a fancy mansion than cat town

< mrhandsome69 >

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uh yeah actually now that you mention it why is cat town a thing again??

i'm not complaining exactly, like it's great that there's a place for all the cats to live, but uh

i didn't expect you to be the king of cat town

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

spite

im spiting somebody

and my boss paid 4 everything so

free town!

< mrhandsome69 >

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i mean i guess that's one way to do it

who's so mad about cats that having cat town is going to piss them off, though??

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

that inbred asshole i mess w/ on the network sumtimes

i mean hes not HARD 2 piss off!

< mrhandsome69 >

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oh

oh man i remember seeing that

just

wow

there was a lot to unpack there but like we should probably just throw out the whole inbred suitcase

[BUT JACK ISN'T YOUR GRAMS ONE FACE PIZZA AWAY FROM BEING A BANDIT, Tim thinks but absolutely doesn't type here because he likes his current state of being alive.]

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

so friggin much

but yea i got other ways of messing w/him now!

and a town!

things r really coming up handsome jack aside from the dead gf thing

<kyouken>

[justbeingknife]

Tim, the blossoms are startin' to open. How about a picnic this weekend? Just you and me.

< mrhandsome69 >

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yes

[Not yet, Tim, you're supposed to say that later.]

this weekend sounds great, i'd love to

[justbeingknife]

Okay. I'll bring some snacks. Meet me near the forest end of the lake? There's a nice little spot there.

I love you.

[ Guess what? The morning of, there'd be a pile of flowers delivered to his place. Fragrant roses, big ostentatious lilies, showy gerberas and smaller cornflowers. Good thing Tim didn't have allergies.

And that afternoon, Majima would be out by the edge of a stand of trees, wearing a sleek spring suit and looking uncharacteristically nervous. There was a picnic basket in one hand, and a bouquet in the other: wildflowers, by the look of it. ]

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i'll be there

love you too

[The sheer amount of flowers that showed up at his doorstep that morning was... honestly hard to explain, he had to keep coming up with increasingly implausible lies to justify the sheer number of bouquets to Jack. A bouquet here or there was easy enough to excuse, to just say that he bought them for himself, but nobody bought themselves four or five giant arrangements on a whim.]

[When he was getting ready to meet Majima, he looked over at the bouquet with the cornflowers in it and took a few of the blossoms; there was a buttonhole in the lapel of his vest that was meant for putting boutonnieres in, and he slipped the flowers in there to keep them in place. It looked nice, he thought, paired with the mauve color of his shirt, more purple in color rather than the red he usually wore. To work better with the flowers.]

[Like the lady at the tailor's had said-- cornflowers for love.]

[He met Majima at the forest, and, for once, Tim's anxiety hadn't made him stupidly early-- or Majima was even more stupidly early, either way. Maybe he looked a little nervous, but mostly Tim thought that he looked handsome, a real tall glass of water.]

Hi. [A kiss for his boyfriend. It never got old, being able to kiss him hello.] You haven't been waiting too long, right? Am I late?

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima probably should have taken the sliding scale of plausible lies into account when he sent the flowers, but honestly? These days he was having trouble focusing on much of anything. It was hard to make levelheaded decisions when his chest felt too small for his heart, hard to do anything but give in to the urge to pile gifts on his beefy beau and spoil Tim until he could be spoiled no more. ]

Hi, beautiful.

[ The reply had a softer edge to it than usual; when Tim went in for the kiss, the wildflowers pressed lightly against the bullman's breast. Anemones, bluebells, yellow cowslips and daphne, with small flowers so sweet and fragrant Majima could practically taste them. When their lips met, he forgot he was nervous. It'd come back to him, maybe, but for now he kept the flowers up to Tim's chest in a little rustle of the ribbon he'd used to tie them. ]

No, 'course not. [ Majima said reflexively -- like it would even matter if Tim was. He'd wait for his space bullman forever if he had to, just set up camp out here and live as he died, thirsting for beef. ] I picked you some flowers. Here, it's right up ahead.

[ A nice little grove of trees, blossoms popped open in a spray of bright spring blossoms. Majima would seek out Tim's hand as they walked under the branches. ]

Remember when we did this last year? When you said yes back then, it made my entire month.

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[Thankfully, Majima didn't have to camp out until the end of time, waiting for his beefman. Tim took the bouquet and brought it up to his face, breathing in the warm, heady fragrance of the wildflowers, all the better for being fresh-picked.]

I love them. [He grinned at Majima over the blooms.] After all the ones you sent me this morning, though, I'm kinda starting to run out of vases.

[It wasn't a bad problem to have, exactly. Now he had a house full of flowers that reminded him of how sweet his boyfriend was every time he looked at them.]

[Tim followed Majima, hand-in-hand. He'd picked a great spot, right underneath all of those beautiful spring blossoms, newly opened. Like clouds made from pale pink petals, hanging in the tree branches. And they were far enough away from the city that, even if there were other people out for the cherry blossoms, they were unlikely to run into them. Really alone out here.]

How could I forget? I, uh, I might've screamed into my pillow for like five minutes after you asked me to come.

[Because he was, and still is, a freaking nerd. It had been the most romantic thing that anyone had said to him up until that point-- only usurped by all of the other romantic stuff that Majima did later. He kept one-upping his own romantic gestures.]

You're the best thing that ever happened to me. [A Japanese crime man, the love of his weird, spaceman life. Maybe Tim should thank the Fog God, because if they hadn't been pulled into this monster peninsula, he would've never met Majima.] Were you even worried that I'd say no? Because I mean. Wow, I'd've had to be nuts to turn you down.