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[ In short: Genetics were bullshit. He did shampoo and brush it, but that was about it. ]

Yeah. Just give me a sec.

[ To change back into his usual clothes, naturally. While he was changing, though, he could chat with Tim a little over the divider. ]

Thanks for coming, by the way. Not just to the store.

[ He wasn't actually sure how today would go down, but it turned out he'd gotten to learn some more about Tim and get some bedroom accessories out of the bargain, how was that for a haul? He'd leave his hair down when he came back out. What? It was hard getting it all back into place without a comb. ]

[Of course, Majima couldn't just walk out of the store wearing those pants-- or, well, he could, but there was that whole beating people off of him with a stick thing to consider-- and Tim waited outside the changing room with his arms full of their selected merchandise.]

[Things had gone far better than he'd expected when he left the house this morning. He'd left expecting a really awkward and uncomfortable conversation, and... well, okay, that had happened too, but he'd also gotten some insight into the enigma that was Majima and also got to see him in tight leather pants. A net positive.]

I... y'know, I almost didn't? I almost took your offer of doing it over text.

[Which would have kept him in his comfort zone, but he would've missed out on all the good things that happened. So, points in the not being chickenshit column.]

I'm glad I came out to meet you.

[He stepped closer to him and, after hesitating for just a second, reached up to tuck some of that dark hair behind his ear.]

Man, that really does look good on you. [He was handsome either way, but the long hair was just weapons-grade handsome. Leaves no survivors.] Want to help me pick out some rope?

I...

[ For the briefest moment as Tim reached over, Majima looked genuinely caught off-guard. And why not? The long hair was a relatively new development, and sure as shit no one else had ever put their hands in it to tuck it behind his ear -- more like try to use it as leverage to smash his face against something unpleasant.

Then he closed his eye, and tilted his head almost imperceptibly into that touch. ]

Same here. It's always good to see you, but today I got to find out a little more about who ya are.

[ And from his expression when he looked at Tim again, one might surmise that if anything, he'd grown more fond of his favorite bullman. Then he swept his gaze quietly past, and towards the... er, bondage equipment.

There were plenty of supplies, an almost staggering array of choice in chains and twine and other materials, but Majima reached up to take up some jute dyed a darker shade of red, then pressed it feather-light up over Tim's shoulder, just flush with a sliver of exposed skin. ]

I like this one. It'd look downright gorgeous on ya.

Hey. I did some research after the other day.

Did you know bull horns are live bone? You're takin' care of them, right? And your hooves?

yeah i figured out the horn thing when i slammed a cabinet door into one of them

don't worry mom i promise i know how to take care of my weird cow bits

do i even want to know what else you've found

I'm serious. I'm gonna buy some blood stop powder in case somethin' happens.

Bulls fold their dicks up when they're not using 'em.

see i was wondering when we were going to get to weird dick facts

you were just lulling me into a false sense of security with the horn thing

Hey, you didn't wanna hear about the other stuff.

Anyway, they're retractable or some shit, it's called a sigmoid flexure.

great this just makes me dread the possibility of more weird monster changes even more.

[A retractable, folding dick. God. Damn, nature, you freaky.]

wolves have a bone in their dicks

[ The jokes wrote themselves. ]

Yeah, uh. To be honest, I never paid all that much attention to what was goin' on with my wolf junk. Before.

But I guess I don't need to tell ya about what that all was about, then.

i might've cracked open an encyclopedia and gotten a pretty good idea of what went down

has that ever yknow. happened before?

No. I can change into my night form, but I got a handle on that. Gettin' my claws out, for example -- it ain't too hard, as long as I know when to keep cool.

[ In a way, his background had eased the transition: back home, he'd been all about control. Over himself, if nothing else. ]

But I've never... that was new.

maybe i should be flattered?

[That he'd made the guy who normally has great control over himself lose it a bit.]

You're one of a kind, Tim. I hope ya know that.

[ Was it disconcerting to be the one whose control had slipped? Yes. On some level, Majima's survival depended on his ability to judge the situation and project the appropriate image -- to make sure he didn't show how he felt.

And yet he couldn't bring himself to regret anything about it. ]

that's really sweet and i'm gonna take that compliment

but i'm letting you know right now that i'm reserving the right to make dog jokes

And I reserve the right to shed all over your stuff, so I guess we're even.

By the way, how much skin would ya say you're comfortable showing?

uh i think i'm going to need context to answer that question?

oh is this about the beach thing? like i'm fine with wearing a swimsuit.

Sure is. I was gonna pick up tickets for next week.

Unless that doesn't work for your schedule?

next week sounds great! i'm looking forward to it

[He still had no idea how to swim but like. It was fine. Everything would be fine, how hard could it be.]

Yeah, me too.

[ They could beat the heat, feed the seagulls, put worries about their respective junk to the side... ]

Ship starts from Lake Dala, I'll send ya the details. Oh, and remember: sunscreen.

[ Granted, Tim would be able to grab sympathy points, and no doubt Majima would be just fine spoiling him. But it just wasn't fun being overcooked steak. ]

[Tim couldn't help but think that he'd gotten more out of their exchange in terms of information about Majima than Majima had gotten about him. He'd gotten to hear about Sotenbori and the hit and the things he'd had to do to get what he wanted, and Majima had found out, what? That Tim used to be a redhead and that he was totally neurotic? Not exactly news, except for the ginger bit. But if Majima was happy with what he'd learned, well. They'd probably gone through enough Tragic Backstory for one day.]

[Tim wanted to bask in the fondness of Majima's gaze for as long as he could.]

[And then it was time for something completely different-- bondage. Apparently.]

[The rope that Majima laid against his skin was good quality and smooth, similar to the kind that he'd used on him last time and had sacrificed to free Tim's hands faster. There'd been nothing wrong with the blond color of that previous batch of rope, but Tim had to agree that the darker crimson red was better for his skin tone.]

Red, huh? [Really, he'd take almost any color that wasn't canary yellow, but he was kind of glad that Majima at least had a decent eye for color.] Yeah, I think you're right. Let's go with that one.

[ Or that Majima had been stepping on Tim's insecurities without realizing it, which was surely valuable in dating and also

this thing that they had going. It was Fine. ]

Just like that?

[ There was a glint of amusement in Majima's eye, like he'd been half-expecting Tim to negotiate what type of rope he was going to be bound with in future encounters. Hey, maybe the guy had opinions on the kind of ply.

But a quick decision worked just as well, and he started toward the register, a glance over his shoulder to make sure Tim was following. The store clerk, who had been politely ignoring them until they looked like they needed help, smiled at them.

"Hi there! Do you have a point card?" ]

[Seagulls aren't pigeons, Majima, they don't wait for you to feed them, they just help themselves to your stuff.]

i won't forget! the last thing i want is to end up fried

roasted?

god i'd be roast beef, wouldn't i

[Why was he such a fountain of beef puns.]

Ha! You said it, not me.

[ And when the day in question rolled around, Majima would be by the Lake Dala dock, canvas bag over his shoulder and dressed more casually than usual. Long-sleeved, loose-fitting button-up shirt and similarly relaxed fit slacks. Beach sandals.

The eyepatch wasn't in evidence, either, though there were a pair of sunglasses perched up on Majima's head. His left eye he simply kept closed, and if someone was looking close enough, they might spot the tiniest mole under it in a spot the cloth usually kept covered. ]

Hey. Looks like the weather held out.

[ Their ferryboat was still boarding, but the smells of freshly-caught lake fish were already wafting up from further down on the dock, as fishermen brought in their hauls. Majima wasn't interested in any of these, however -- nope. It was the open ocean he was looking forward to. ]

[When Tim approached the dock, he was dressed about as casual as Majima-- maybe a little more so, since he was showing more skin with his tank and shorts. But if he was going to the beach, he wanted to get some sun, right? Sun's out guns out or whatever.]

[Within reason, of course. He was also appropriately sun-protected with sunscreen and a floppy straw hat and sunglasses. Sun safety!]

Hi! Yeah, it's really nice out today.

[Great beach weather, which was doubly nice because he got to see Majima in something casual. More obvious than his clothes, though, was the lack of an eyepatch; Tim didn't want to stare, make it weird or something, but it looked very... normal. It kind of just looked like he was closing one eye, like a perpetual wink.]

[Plus that cute little beauty mark. Kind of a shame that the patch covered it most days.]

Ready to go?

Edited 2019-06-07 04:47 (UTC)

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