[ Majima probably should have taken the sliding scale of plausible lies into account when he sent the flowers, but honestly? These days he was having trouble focusing on much of anything. It was hard to make levelheaded decisions when his chest felt too small for his heart, hard to do anything but give in to the urge to pile gifts on his beefy beau and spoil Tim until he could be spoiled no more. ]
Hi, beautiful.
[ The reply had a softer edge to it than usual; when Tim went in for the kiss, the wildflowers pressed lightly against the bullman's breast. Anemones, bluebells, yellow cowslips and daphne, with small flowers so sweet and fragrant Majima could practically taste them. When their lips met, he forgot he was nervous. It'd come back to him, maybe, but for now he kept the flowers up to Tim's chest in a little rustle of the ribbon he'd used to tie them. ]
No, 'course not. [ Majima said reflexively -- like it would even matter if Tim was. He'd wait for his space bullman forever if he had to, just set up camp out here and live as he died, thirsting for beef. ] I picked you some flowers. Here, it's right up ahead.
[ A nice little grove of trees, blossoms popped open in a spray of bright spring blossoms. Majima would seek out Tim's hand as they walked under the branches. ]
Remember when we did this last year? When you said yes back then, it made my entire month.
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Date: 2020-03-05 04:54 am (UTC)Hi, beautiful.
[ The reply had a softer edge to it than usual; when Tim went in for the kiss, the wildflowers pressed lightly against the bullman's breast. Anemones, bluebells, yellow cowslips and daphne, with small flowers so sweet and fragrant Majima could practically taste them. When their lips met, he forgot he was nervous. It'd come back to him, maybe, but for now he kept the flowers up to Tim's chest in a little rustle of the ribbon he'd used to tie them. ]
No, 'course not. [ Majima said reflexively -- like it would even matter if Tim was. He'd wait for his space bullman forever if he had to, just set up camp out here and live as he died, thirsting for beef. ] I picked you some flowers. Here, it's right up ahead.
[ A nice little grove of trees, blossoms popped open in a spray of bright spring blossoms. Majima would seek out Tim's hand as they walked under the branches. ]
Remember when we did this last year? When you said yes back then, it made my entire month.