[Even if Majima was decades away from knowing what a booty call was, he was already a master. Ahead of his time or something. When everyone finally had cell phones, he'd be prepared for the wild world of dick pics and selfies and booty calls, but, y'know, the consensual kind. Never send an unsolicited dick pic, kids.]
[But, with Majima resting in the other room, Tim could busy himself with the soup; chopping up carrots and onion and celery, putting broth on the stove to heat up. Getting the chicken cut up into small enough pieces to cook. Thankfully, part of his training in how to be Jack had included cooking lessons, just because Jack was the kind of paranoid that meant that he preferred to make his own meals. Thus Tim knew his way around a kitchen well enough to handle most recipes. So, chicken soup? Easy mode. He didn't even have to pay much attention, which meant that he had time to take a look at some other things hanging around in his boyfriend's kitchen.]
[Like a magazine. But not a spicy one-- one was just jewelry, and the other was venues. Wedding planning things, obviously, and seeing the evidence that Majima was thinking about their eventually nuptials made Tim's chest feel warm. It was sweet, and Tim flipped through the limited men's section of the magazine, perusing some of the things he'd been looking at. Even made a mark next to one or two of them with a pen; simple bands in white gold or platinum, with modest embellishments. Nothing too flashy, nothing yellow.]
[Once the soup was cooked up and seasoned, Tim filled up a bowl and brought it to his tired boyfriend. Nothing like a bowl of warm, hearty chicken soup to help a guy get over a cold, right?]
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Date: 2020-01-21 03:17 am (UTC)[But, with Majima resting in the other room, Tim could busy himself with the soup; chopping up carrots and onion and celery, putting broth on the stove to heat up. Getting the chicken cut up into small enough pieces to cook. Thankfully, part of his training in how to be Jack had included cooking lessons, just because Jack was the kind of paranoid that meant that he preferred to make his own meals. Thus Tim knew his way around a kitchen well enough to handle most recipes. So, chicken soup? Easy mode. He didn't even have to pay much attention, which meant that he had time to take a look at some other things hanging around in his boyfriend's kitchen.]
[Like a magazine. But not a spicy one-- one was just jewelry, and the other was venues. Wedding planning things, obviously, and seeing the evidence that Majima was thinking about their eventually nuptials made Tim's chest feel warm. It was sweet, and Tim flipped through the limited men's section of the magazine, perusing some of the things he'd been looking at. Even made a mark next to one or two of them with a pen; simple bands in white gold or platinum, with modest embellishments. Nothing too flashy, nothing yellow.]
[Once the soup was cooked up and seasoned, Tim filled up a bowl and brought it to his tired boyfriend. Nothing like a bowl of warm, hearty chicken soup to help a guy get over a cold, right?]
GorÅ? You awake?