[By the time Majima showed up, Tim was like, 80% done with his panic attack? Probably. He was done with it enough to be able to actually be upright and make it to the door and open it without hyperventilating or something. It's fine. This is fine.]
[He still definitely looked like a guy who'd spent the last fifteen or twenty minutes in the middle of a panic attack. His hair was a mess, face kind of pale, he was technically dressed but not in anything nice and there was cat hair on his pants. Definitely not how he'd want to look when his boyfriend was coming over. And, to a keen werewolf nose, he probably reeked a little like he'd been marinading in whatever anxiety mixed lightly with cat smelled like. Eau de Panic Attack, the latest fragrance by Timothy Lawrence.]
...Hi.
[Tim wanted to look literally anywhere else but at those poster rolls. Of all things, why did that have to show up here? Did the Fog God do this because he said he'd sue her?]
Oh, uh. Come in?
[He moved out of the doorway so that Majima could, like, actually walk through it. The house itself was done up in what was considered modern for this time period, a lot of metal and plastic and clean lines. The closest that Jack could get to doing the house up in Hyperion fashion when they were stuck in fantasy 1950 or whatever.]
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[He still definitely looked like a guy who'd spent the last fifteen or twenty minutes in the middle of a panic attack. His hair was a mess, face kind of pale, he was technically dressed but not in anything nice and there was cat hair on his pants. Definitely not how he'd want to look when his boyfriend was coming over. And, to a keen werewolf nose, he probably reeked a little like he'd been marinading in whatever anxiety mixed lightly with cat smelled like. Eau de Panic Attack, the latest fragrance by Timothy Lawrence.]
...Hi.
[Tim wanted to look literally anywhere else but at those poster rolls. Of all things, why did that have to show up here? Did the Fog God do this because he said he'd sue her?]
Oh, uh. Come in?
[He moved out of the doorway so that Majima could, like, actually walk through it. The house itself was done up in what was considered modern for this time period, a lot of metal and plastic and clean lines. The closest that Jack could get to doing the house up in Hyperion fashion when they were stuck in fantasy 1950 or whatever.]
Sorry, I'm. I'm kind of a mess.