[Majima could have as many kisses as he liked; Tim certainly wasn't going to refuse him. He was a neverending kiss dispenser, so long as the person asking for them was named GorÅ Majima.]
[And if Majima's great weakness was beefy men who liked cats, then Tim was glad that he very firmly exemplified both of those qualities. He was the beef, and he loved cats.]
I definitely don't hate it.
[Tim liked that Majima thought about him and about what he might want or need. That was about it, really-- he liked that Majima cared enough about him to want to do things for him. It was a low bar, probably? But that was fine. Majima was passing it easily.]
[And, oh. Talk about saying sweet things.]
I'm... god, I am, too. [Maybe he shouldn't be as pissy at the Fog God as he usually is-- without her bullshit, how would he have met Majima?] ...We had the weirdest freakin' meet cute, though.
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[And if Majima's great weakness was beefy men who liked cats, then Tim was glad that he very firmly exemplified both of those qualities. He was the beef, and he loved cats.]
I definitely don't hate it.
[Tim liked that Majima thought about him and about what he might want or need. That was about it, really-- he liked that Majima cared enough about him to want to do things for him. It was a low bar, probably? But that was fine. Majima was passing it easily.]
[And, oh. Talk about saying sweet things.]
I'm... god, I am, too. [Maybe he shouldn't be as pissy at the Fog God as he usually is-- without her bullshit, how would he have met Majima?] ...We had the weirdest freakin' meet cute, though.