[It was fine, kiss on this beef man as much as you wanted, Majima-- he was immune to whatever gross disease was going around by virtue of the Hyperion corporation's extremely thorough vaccination program. His immune system was like a tank, if it could handle whatever disgusting pathogens were lurking on bandit buzzaxes, it could handle pretty much anything.]
[And, well, if it couldn't, he'd deal with it. They were going to find out either way, because Tim followed up kiss number one with a second one. A double dose of gross Majima germs.]
Sure, I'll hang it up in the closet. Break it out again when you're feeling better.
[Because clearly he was in no shape to do anything with it right now, even if seeing a cowboy in small amounts of clothing made him feel better. No amount of sexy clothes was going to cure a cold.]
I, uh, I really thought that your text was trying to tell me that, y'know, this was what you wanted? It's dumb, I know.
[Thinking with his dick and not his head. But, hey, they could get some good use out of the outfit on another day. Tim gave him one last smooch to the forehead before he got up to go change and put the costume away, then make good on his promise of soup. There was enough chicken and vegetables in the refrigerator to work with, so it was just a matter of chopping everything up and doing the cooking thing.]
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Date: 2020-01-21 12:01 am (UTC)[And, well, if it couldn't, he'd deal with it. They were going to find out either way, because Tim followed up kiss number one with a second one. A double dose of gross Majima germs.]
Sure, I'll hang it up in the closet. Break it out again when you're feeling better.
[Because clearly he was in no shape to do anything with it right now, even if seeing a cowboy in small amounts of clothing made him feel better. No amount of sexy clothes was going to cure a cold.]
I, uh, I really thought that your text was trying to tell me that, y'know, this was what you wanted? It's dumb, I know.
[Thinking with his dick and not his head. But, hey, they could get some good use out of the outfit on another day. Tim gave him one last smooch to the forehead before he got up to go change and put the costume away, then make good on his promise of soup. There was enough chicken and vegetables in the refrigerator to work with, so it was just a matter of chopping everything up and doing the cooking thing.]