[Well, red hair usually was considered undesirable-- at the very least, it was a major hurdle to being attractive, something that you had to overcome, especially as a guy. Pair that with freckles and being pale and skinny and you basically had the redheaded stepchild joke standing right in front of you.]
[So the whole intrigue thing there was weird, because nobody really wanted to see his ginger ass unless they were planning on beating the shit out of him. Or, like, wanted to turn him into a doppelganger.]
[But, Majima asked him to explain his own stupid ass and god, Tim wished that he knew how to keep his own dumb mouth shut sometimes. This was what happened when he ran off at the mouth, he had to explain the fucking nightmare mess that was his own brain. No one wanted that! Tim didn't even want to have to deal with his own nightmare brain, nevertheless show it to someone else.]
God, I should just never talk again.
[That was mostly to himself, because, like. Yeah. He should just never talk again.]
Look, I. I'm not trying to say that I don't believe you when you said that you like me? It's just that I know how things work, okay?
[Pretty people liked other pretty people and everybody else watched porn. Tim pinched at the bridge of his nose, looked away from Majima. He was supposed to be a writer, why was he so shitty at doing the thing that made words?]
And I'm not trying to come at you for having, like, standards, but. Let's be real, okay? You wouldn't have looked twice at me if I wasn't all--
[He gestured down at himself, at the body that wasn't really his.]
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Date: 2019-05-11 11:24 pm (UTC)[So the whole intrigue thing there was weird, because nobody really wanted to see his ginger ass unless they were planning on beating the shit out of him. Or, like, wanted to turn him into a doppelganger.]
[But, Majima asked him to explain his own stupid ass and god, Tim wished that he knew how to keep his own dumb mouth shut sometimes. This was what happened when he ran off at the mouth, he had to explain the fucking nightmare mess that was his own brain. No one wanted that! Tim didn't even want to have to deal with his own nightmare brain, nevertheless show it to someone else.]
God, I should just never talk again.
[That was mostly to himself, because, like. Yeah. He should just never talk again.]
Look, I. I'm not trying to say that I don't believe you when you said that you like me? It's just that I know how things work, okay?
[Pretty people liked other pretty people and everybody else watched porn. Tim pinched at the bridge of his nose, looked away from Majima. He was supposed to be a writer, why was he so shitty at doing the thing that made words?]
And I'm not trying to come at you for having, like, standards, but. Let's be real, okay? You wouldn't have looked twice at me if I wasn't all--
[He gestured down at himself, at the body that wasn't really his.]