[Tim's lap was a probably perfectly adequate pillow-- it maybe could have been a little softer, his thick thighs were more in the beefy sense than the squishy kind-- and really all that mattered was that Majima was comfortable there. It was nice to see him relax, anyway, because he didn't seem like he got the chance to do that enough.]
[He wanted to commit all of this to memory-- the weight of Majima's head on his lap and the sunlight dappled across his face, the sound of the breeze in the blossoms and the occasional pink flutter when a flower or two were shaken off of the boughs. He didn't want to forget a second of it, because this was peaceful and sweet and meant something. There weren't very many people that he knew who would want to do something meaningful with him.]
They're really beautiful. [That was an understatement. They were spectacular, and ephemeral, and maybe all the more lovely because they weren't going to be around for very long.] Thank you for... for bringing me with you. I'm really glad that I got to see them.
[Tim looked up at the trees and felt an odd shift on his lap; when he looked back down again, Majima was back in his wolf form again, belly-up and looking pretty content right where he was. And, sure, there was a statistically significant increase in the amount of dog hair on Tim's pants, but who cared? He could always wash them later. A little animal hair never killed anybody.]
Couldn't get enough? [Tim reached over and scratched along Majima's fluffy chest. This would normally be the danger zone in cats, but thankfully hands in the vicinity of canine bellies were much safer.] Let me know if it's too hard.
[Bellies were more sensitive than backs and scruffs, after all.]
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Date: 2019-04-12 05:40 am (UTC)[He wanted to commit all of this to memory-- the weight of Majima's head on his lap and the sunlight dappled across his face, the sound of the breeze in the blossoms and the occasional pink flutter when a flower or two were shaken off of the boughs. He didn't want to forget a second of it, because this was peaceful and sweet and meant something. There weren't very many people that he knew who would want to do something meaningful with him.]
They're really beautiful. [That was an understatement. They were spectacular, and ephemeral, and maybe all the more lovely because they weren't going to be around for very long.] Thank you for... for bringing me with you. I'm really glad that I got to see them.
[Tim looked up at the trees and felt an odd shift on his lap; when he looked back down again, Majima was back in his wolf form again, belly-up and looking pretty content right where he was. And, sure, there was a statistically significant increase in the amount of dog hair on Tim's pants, but who cared? He could always wash them later. A little animal hair never killed anybody.]
Couldn't get enough? [Tim reached over and scratched along Majima's fluffy chest. This would normally be the danger zone in cats, but thankfully hands in the vicinity of canine bellies were much safer.] Let me know if it's too hard.
[Bellies were more sensitive than backs and scruffs, after all.]