Maybe. I always brushed it off when someone asked about it -- figured it'd never happen.
[ Why was Majima going on about this, anyhow? Maybe he was too happy, maybe he just wanted to talk about it as he slipped on a tuxedo jacket in a pale neutral shade. ]
My folks were married, and hell if it made them any happier. But it's not like it had to be like that, right? I mean, if I found anyone I was that sweet on, I'd want to take care of 'em forever. Be one of those old folks still takin' walks together in the park.
And after I met Tim, I... sorry, ya must hear this kinda thing all the time.
[ At least he had the decency to sound sheepish as the assistant set him up to the mirror and examined the lapels. It did nothing for his stupidly smitten tone of voice though, or the way he couldn't quite stop smiling. That was his endgame, spending the rest of his life with a freckly slab of beef. Looking at flowers in the springtime, maybe getting a couple of cats that shed everywhere. ]
I just want to give him everything I can. A fancy weddin', a big white frilly cake, flowers, the works. Make sure he knows how special he is.
[ "Well, I think you've come to the right place," the assistant said, smiling. "And that cut looks quite handsome on you! It's perfect with your fur." ]
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Date: 2020-01-18 03:55 am (UTC)[ Why was Majima going on about this, anyhow? Maybe he was too happy, maybe he just wanted to talk about it as he slipped on a tuxedo jacket in a pale neutral shade. ]
My folks were married, and hell if it made them any happier. But it's not like it had to be like that, right? I mean, if I found anyone I was that sweet on, I'd want to take care of 'em forever. Be one of those old folks still takin' walks together in the park.
And after I met Tim, I... sorry, ya must hear this kinda thing all the time.
[ At least he had the decency to sound sheepish as the assistant set him up to the mirror and examined the lapels. It did nothing for his stupidly smitten tone of voice though, or the way he couldn't quite stop smiling. That was his endgame, spending the rest of his life with a freckly slab of beef. Looking at flowers in the springtime, maybe getting a couple of cats that shed everywhere. ]
I just want to give him everything I can. A fancy weddin', a big white frilly cake, flowers, the works. Make sure he knows how special he is.
[ "Well, I think you've come to the right place," the assistant said, smiling. "And that cut looks quite handsome on you! It's perfect with your fur." ]