[Majima could have some of that magic whenever he wanted it. Tim's hands were at his disposal.]
[When Tim finally figured out how to turn into a bull, he was going to go to the most unlikely place for a bull to be and turn into one. In this world full of monsters, he will become a cryptid. Confused people would look at him and wonder why a cow was there, and how it had gotten there, and why it was so calm. He would do it for the goof.]
I'll guess I'll take your word for it, but I think you'll still have me beat.
[In cuteness, anyway. Sorry, Majima, he didn't make the rules. It was just like math or something, probably-- fluffy wolves were cuter than bulls.]
[The city gave way to a more open landscape after a bit of walking, and it was more green space than Tim had seen in a long time. Tim followed Majima on his detour and the tree was beautiful-- a magnificent display of delicate pink flowers contrasted against dark branches, fluttering in the gentle breeze. And that was absolutely something that Tim was looking at, because he hadn't really ever seen anything quite like this before, but he was also looking at the way that Majima's whole face and body changed when he stood underneath it.]
[This was something important to him, and he'd chosen to share it with Tim-- just the look on his upturned face made something in Tim's chest go tender at the sight. He'd said a few times that Tim was sweet, but doing something like this kind of gave him a run for his money in that department.]
Yeah. How about over here?
[He tugged gently on Majima's sleeve to get his attention. There was a spot underneath some of the spectacularly blossoming trees that was relatively flat and grassy and inviting, nicely sun-dappled. He led Majima over and spread the blanket out; they'd be able to look up and have a canopy of pink flowers over them.]
You could lay down, if you don't want to get a crick in your neck.
[And Tim's lap was always available for him to use as a pillow, if he wanted.]
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[When Tim finally figured out how to turn into a bull, he was going to go to the most unlikely place for a bull to be and turn into one. In this world full of monsters, he will become a cryptid. Confused people would look at him and wonder why a cow was there, and how it had gotten there, and why it was so calm. He would do it for the goof.]
I'll guess I'll take your word for it, but I think you'll still have me beat.
[In cuteness, anyway. Sorry, Majima, he didn't make the rules. It was just like math or something, probably-- fluffy wolves were cuter than bulls.]
[The city gave way to a more open landscape after a bit of walking, and it was more green space than Tim had seen in a long time. Tim followed Majima on his detour and the tree was beautiful-- a magnificent display of delicate pink flowers contrasted against dark branches, fluttering in the gentle breeze. And that was absolutely something that Tim was looking at, because he hadn't really ever seen anything quite like this before, but he was also looking at the way that Majima's whole face and body changed when he stood underneath it.]
[This was something important to him, and he'd chosen to share it with Tim-- just the look on his upturned face made something in Tim's chest go tender at the sight. He'd said a few times that Tim was sweet, but doing something like this kind of gave him a run for his money in that department.]
Yeah. How about over here?
[He tugged gently on Majima's sleeve to get his attention. There was a spot underneath some of the spectacularly blossoming trees that was relatively flat and grassy and inviting, nicely sun-dappled. He led Majima over and spread the blanket out; they'd be able to look up and have a canopy of pink flowers over them.]
You could lay down, if you don't want to get a crick in your neck.
[And Tim's lap was always available for him to use as a pillow, if he wanted.]