[ Holy shit, Tim. How did someone develop negative self esteem? ]
I did tell ya what a cabaret is, right? Worked with beautiful people all the time. But I never touched any of 'em.
[ If anything, Majima also worked with so many average/ugly/aging men whose faces looked like they were melting off that it seemed normal; he didn't kick dudes out of bed for being irregular produce. ]
I mean, I like strong dudes. And it's real nice the way you can fill out a shirt. But there's plenty of bulked-up muscleheads that ain't got a bite worth their bark. You could've just bailed in Felfri, or let me go up on that roof by myself. You didn't leave me hangin' when that revolver lady was trying to punch holes in me, either.
[ He was studying Tim's current face. Or rather, Jack's face, which was... average? Nice, if he smiled the way Tim did, though god knew he doubted its original owner was even capable of emotions that weren't 'asshole'. ]
It's not like I know what ya used to look like, so I'll say that odds are, yeah. If we passed each other on the street, or if you were too shy to talk to me, I probably wouldn't remember ya. If we got to talkin' like we did the first couple times, though, even if you were still that guy before the surgery, I still would've cared about you. Probably wouldn't have made a pass at ya if it seemed like you hated fighting; I wouldn't feel right dragging you into the bullshit I've got going on, and I don't know if you'd even be interested in me.
But ain't that just a bunch of what-ifs? It's not what happened.
[ He paused, searching for words that seemed frustratingly inadequate. His accent had slipped once or twice while he was trying to find a way to tell Tim all this, and now he simply dropped it. ]
I don't know how to convince you of this, but between the ugly guy who's sweet and a looker who's got a shit personality, I'll take the first one every time. And if you were asking yourself if I'd be into Jack just because he's got the same face, not in a million years.
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Date: 2019-05-12 09:06 pm (UTC)I did tell ya what a cabaret is, right? Worked with beautiful people all the time. But I never touched any of 'em.
[ If anything, Majima also worked with so many average/ugly/aging men whose faces looked like they were melting off that it seemed normal; he didn't kick dudes out of bed for being irregular produce. ]
I mean, I like strong dudes. And it's real nice the way you can fill out a shirt. But there's plenty of bulked-up muscleheads that ain't got a bite worth their bark. You could've just bailed in Felfri, or let me go up on that roof by myself. You didn't leave me hangin' when that revolver lady was trying to punch holes in me, either.
[ He was studying Tim's current face. Or rather, Jack's face, which was... average? Nice, if he smiled the way Tim did, though god knew he doubted its original owner was even capable of emotions that weren't 'asshole'. ]
It's not like I know what ya used to look like, so I'll say that odds are, yeah. If we passed each other on the street, or if you were too shy to talk to me, I probably wouldn't remember ya. If we got to talkin' like we did the first couple times, though, even if you were still that guy before the surgery, I still would've cared about you. Probably wouldn't have made a pass at ya if it seemed like you hated fighting; I wouldn't feel right dragging you into the bullshit I've got going on, and I don't know if you'd even be interested in me.
But ain't that just a bunch of what-ifs? It's not what happened.
[ He paused, searching for words that seemed frustratingly inadequate. His accent had slipped once or twice while he was trying to find a way to tell Tim all this, and now he simply dropped it. ]
I don't know how to convince you of this, but between the ugly guy who's sweet and a looker who's got a shit personality, I'll take the first one every time. And if you were asking yourself if I'd be into Jack just because he's got the same face, not in a million years.