blap_blap | IC Inbox

[ So Tim didn't want to dance, did he? Far be it from Majima to make him. But maybe this crime man would just walk on over to the edge of the dance floor and slip his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders. Draw the bullman closer so that maybe those sensitive bovine ears could pick up their conversation a little more easily. ]

The reignin' queen gave me her goofy-ass fan as a parting gift. Hot pink feathers, made me promise to use it and everythin'.

[ Regardless of whether Tim could hear everything he said, though? Majima was smiling at the memory of it. And maybe at the thought of something else, too. ]

But hey, if it turns out disco ain't your thing, maybe I can show ya a different style of dance sometime.

[Did anyone think it was weird that a crime man was getting his arms around a cowboy in a manner that was probably really touchy for Japanese people? Tim was mostly just focused on Majima either way, pulled in close enough so that his sensitive cow ears could pick up on his voice, but that had to be a weird sight, even for Kamurocho. Maybe they just thought that Tim was in some really good stage makeup, or like. A costume or something. Maybe they were questioning their previous understanding of what an American cowboy was.]

[Tim looked kind of delighted about the pink fan, though. What a weird thing to give somebody.]

Did you use it?

[Because the only thing better than Majima getting handed a pink feather fan after winning a dance contest was him actually going out and waving it around while he danced. Full dork.]

I, uh, I really don't know how to dance? Like, I didn't dance at parties and I never went to nightclubs or anything. I'd need lessons? Like, with someone who has low expectations.

'course I did. I promised, didn't I?

[ Apparently, Majima's word went beyond things like 'too embarrassed to use a hot pink feather fan'. Maybe the real friends were the hot pink feather fans he made along the way, and also while they did seem to be getting some looks and whispers, no one was actually approaching the giant cowman or his surly-looking werewolf boyfriend.

Maybe they were too weird. Or terrifying. ]

I could teach ya, if you're interested. Maybe something classy you can pull off in a tux?

[ Whoop, now he was leaning in a little closer. ]

[So long as no one came over and tried to start shit with either of them, they could point and whisper all they liked. Granted, starting shit with a wall of beef or a stony-faced yakuza man was a terrible idea and the person who decided to do it would have to have a literal deathwish, so. Unlikely.]

[At the offer of dance lessons, Tim seemed to consider it. There was kind of a point there, about being able to pull off some kind of dancing in a tux. They did presumably have a wedding that was going to come up at some point in the future, and dancing was part of most receptions.]

Oh. Yeah, that's kind of a good point? Since there's the whole, uh. Marriage thing.

[God, he could picture it-- going out for the first dance and just tripping over his own stupid hooves. The least auspicious beginning to a marriage ever.]

You don't have to teach me if you're too busy? And if you want to still like me afterward, god. It'll be super frustrating, you might want to spare yourself the aggravation.

Too busy? You're kiddin'. I heard about that first dance thing. Not like we have to do it if ya don't want, but I'd like to.

[ A smile, warmer even that the orange-and-pink lighting of the discotheque. ]

Be all romantic, y'know?

[ And it was important to Majima, making that wedding something special. It wasn't only brides that looked forward to their wedding day, surely; he wanted to make sure Tim had one to remember. In a good way. ]

Besides, I wanna dance with ya. 'fact, I was thinking maybe after this, we could look at some suits. If ya don't have anywhere to be.

[God, Majima even looked handsome under the garish pink-and-orange lights, even as they cast weird shadows over his face. This probably wasn't even just something to chalk up to stupid genetics making him look good in any light, it was probably just Tim's own internal bias. He could be looking right up Majima's nose and still compliment his bone structure.]

[Dumbass head over dumbass heels, still. Tim's hands wandered over to Majima's hips; they were only a little bit off from some kind of slow-dance position as it was.]

No, I'd like to do it? I just don't want to ruin it by stepping on your feet or something. Which would be even worse because hooves? Just. Bad. And I only get one shot at it, y'know? Or at least, I hope there's only one shot.

[He'd prefer to have exactly one time getting married.]

Even if I had plans, I'd cancel them. [There weren't a whole lot of things he'd rather do than hang out with his boyfriend.] We could stop over at the tailor's and probably like buy out all her white fabric just to make a suit for me.

Just the one. I'm not plannin' on letting ya off the hook that easy.

[ The music was starting to fade a little, the conversation and sounds of clinking glass becoming a little more indistinct. Nothing could last forever, it seemed -- not even illusions. Majima, in the meantime, leaned over and kissed Tim one more time, this time tipping his face to the side so as not to smush himself into his boyfriend's nose. ]

Any other place you wanna see? I dunno if it'd work, but I could think of something real hard. Y'know, cross my fingers.

[ How did magic illusion tunnels work, he didn't know. ]

I, uh. Hope ya like it there.

[The sounds and bodies pressed around them were starting to fade, dissipating like fog getting burned off by the sun. It had been nice to see this little glimpse into Majima's life before he came to the peninsula, though, get a preview of the bustling Tokyo streets that, one day, he hoped he'd see for real.]

[The kiss was nice. It was a shame that once he crossed over into Majima's universe, it wouldn't be okay for him to just plant one on his boyfriend in public anymore.]

Hmm... well, what was your apartment like? Y'know, wherever you were living before you came here.

[It wasn't like Tim knew much about other locations in Japan to even have an idea of what to ask for. And, anyway, it would be good to know what housing looked like, if he was going to be living in it. And, speaking of living in it,]

I'll probably need some time to adjust? It's, uh, it's a really lively place. But you'll be there, too, so I'll be fine.

[ An unexpected question -- but maybe it shouldn't have been. After all, Majima had been interested in Tim's room, wouldn't it be reasonable to assume the opposite was true? ]

Uh, small? Shitty?

Only half-decent thing about it was that it looked out on the river. All Sagawa really cared about was that I looked the part when I went into work. No reason to set me up with nice digs.

[ Well, that and Majima honestly hadn't given a fuck where he collapsed at night. Any apartment would have been a cage in that state, the only distinction would have been whether it was gilded or not. ]

Couldn't even really open the window, since he had his goons watchin' me from across the way.

[ The colors were the last to go, the checkered dance floor with its neon lights. Then they were back in the tunnels again. Spooooky. ]

Oh.

[He'd kind of been expecting something a little less... depressing, to be honest. Majima seemed to like his creature comforts-- his current apartment had that nice, big bed with the sturdy headboard and a nice kitchen and plenty of space, after all. And from what Tim had seen of Kamurocho, the whole city seemed to be in a constant, unending state of indulging itself on every luxury that it could get its hands on.]

[Not Majima, apparently.]

That sounds... really freaking shitty.

[Honestly, fuck this Sagawa guy, he sounded like the worst. And that was coming from Tim, the guy who had the Literal Worst Boss Ever. He kind of hoped the guy got shot in the face or something.]

[The bright lights of the discotheque were slowly replaced by the dark, spooky tunnels. Definitely a down-grade-- even if it had been hard to hear in the club, it had been a fun atmosphere. Down here, it was just kind of damp.]

I'm glad you're not there anymore. [He pulled his boyfriend in a little, so that he could get those beefy arms around him. He decided to date this loud, touchy space American, so he had to deal with all the PDA that came with the territory.] You deserve better than that.

[ Hey, far be it from Majima to turn up a close encounter with his favorite minotaur. Maybe that depression box in Sotenbori had been pretty shitty, but -- ]

Don't feel too bad for me.

[ He planted a smooch on the tip of Tim's nose. ]

'cause these days, I got everythin' a guy could ask for.

[ Time away from his jackass former boss. A sweet, strong, beefy boyfriend who loved to cuddle. And right now? He couldn't stop from smiling as he looked at Tim, because sure, fuck Sagawa. But also, who the fuck cared? Sotenbori was over, and Timothy Lawrence was right here. ]

And I could say the same about you. Know what? I'm gonna make it my mission to make you the happiest man in Bavan.

[Sotenbori was over for now, but one day, it would be un-over. He'd have to go back, hopefully with the addition of a slab of beef, and Sagawa would be right there waiting for him in all his asshole glory. All ready to drink piss and be a dick like Majima had never left.]

[For now, though, it was just the two of them, standing around in some dank tunnels because they'd gotten too distracted by gazing into each other's eyes or whatever to actually finish the job they came down here to do. Good job, dumbasses. There had been an objective here that wasn't 'stand around and make cow eyes at each other'.]

[But clearly fuck that other objective, it was Gross Sappy Boyfriends o'clock.]

Hey, guess what? [Tim leaned in to kiss him, the whole effort only made a little difficult because he was grinning like a fucking idiot.] Mission accomplished. Now what are you going to do?

[Joke's on you, Majima, Tim was already the happiest dumbass cowboy in Bavan, and definitely the happiest that he'd ever been.]

Uh.

[ Great answer, good show. ]

Go for a runnin' title?

[ It might have been damp and a little chilly down in these tunnels, but it hardly mattered; with the fluff of Tim's scarf around him (and it was definitely the scarf and not adoring, fuzzy feelings of the kind that always flooded Majima when he was gazing stupidly into his boyfriend's eyes), Majima's whole face felt warm.

He put a little tongue into it this time, at least trying to restrain himself from being the gross, smitten werewolf in love that Tim always reduced him to -- he'd suggested they go somewhere nice and not weird magic tunnels, and so he eventually had to stop making out in favor of taking Tim's hand and leading him toward the exit, but look.

Look. Maybe he could sneak a couple more kisses on their way out. ]

White, huh? I bet you'll look great in it. Is that the color ya always wanted?

[ Was he assuming Tim had already, in the years prior to steadily dating anyone, secretly been planning what he'd wear if he got hitched? Kind of, yeah. ]

[If he was smooching his handsome werewolf boyfriend, even dank, spooky tunnels could be romantic. Especially romantic was the idea of picking out suits with his handsome werewolf boyfriend for their actual real nuptials, a thing that was actually going to happen. And not doing something that they were supposed to do, like pick up some of the things that Tim needed to make the poacher disguise machine.]

[Dumbasses. Someone should separate them, because clearly their brains stopped working whenever they were in close proximity to each other.]

It wasn't exactly what I thought I'd be in? I didn't think, y'know, that I'd be the blushing bride.

[He'd kind of thought that he'd marry a nice girl and she'd be the one wearing white. It was an expectation that he didn't mind having subverted, though.]

Or I guess blushing husband, in this case. How about you? You wear a tux all the time, though...

[Majima's basic clothing was formal, he went and kicked punks' asses while dressed up in a suit. Wearing a tuxedo was hardly even getting dressed up for him.]

Guess I never gave it much thought. I mean, most weddings are about the poofy white dress, right? Next to that, the groom's getup plays second banana.

[ Tim, though? ]

Ya look adorable when you blush. I could watch ya all day.

[ Not helpful, Majima. How the fuck were they going to have a coherent conversation when he wouldn't stop gazing, starry-eyed, at his big beefy space cowboy? ]

I could wear a nicer tux. Keep the tie on, and wear my hair down.

[ It hadn't escaped Majima, after all, that Tim was fond of his hair. Half the reason he hadn't cut it. More than half, actually. God, he'd do any stupid thing for Tim, anything to make him happy, and maybe he'd start thinking of post-ceremony happiness inducement techniques in the span between now and then.

They reached the end of the tunnel, where street noise was once against audible. Hey, success! ]

Unless ya have something specific in mind?

You do look really good with your hair down...

[It was getting pretty long, too. It seemed like he was keeping it long because Tim liked it so much, which was really pretty sweet of him. He could cut it however he wanted, of course, Tim would think he was handsome with it long or short or anywhere in between. Even if he cut it into some weird bowl cut thing.]

[They were getting back to the street, close enough that Tim could hear the sounds of pedestrians and traffic. It sounded familiar, and he had a pretty good idea of where they were going to emerge; not that far from the tailor's, which was convenient. Minotaur maze-sense was surprisingly useful. As they got up to street-level, Tim hooked an arm through Majima's, keeping pace with him.]

For you? Oh, no. You could wear a paper bag and still look great. Wear whatever you want, it's your wedding, too.

[That actually made him think of something that he hadn't asked before, but probably should've?]

Do they usually do tuxes in Japan? Or, uh, is it usually something else?

If it's a Western-style weddin'. For Shinto weddings, you'd have a formal black kimono. They wear 'em for formal occasions in general, kinda like a fancy suit. Remember when I showed ya that photo? My brother was wearing one.

[ He looked Tim up and down, appreciatively. ]

You'd look pretty dashing in one, come to think of it. Maybe when we get back, I can have ya try one on.

[ Hey. If Saejima could pull off a montsuki, so could his space boyfriend.

They turned the corner right to the tailor's shop, and right up front was a broad display, showing a number of formal suits. Rows of fabric: neckties, bowties, jackets. The proprietor was an elegant-looking woman with greying hair, who looked up with curiosity as they came in.

"Hello, looking for anything in particular?" ]

Sure. I think I'd look pretty good in black.

[Duh, everyone looked good in black, that wasn't an accomplishment. Try looking good in canary yellow, that was a real tough gig to pull off.]

[Inside the tailor's shop, there were... clothes. Because that's what a tailor did, they made clothes. Specifically, there were plenty of suits in different cuts and fabrics and embellishments, a long list of options for a man who actually knew a goddamn thing about suits. Tim was not that kind of man. Hell, the only time he'd had to wear suits was when he'd have to put on one of Jack's, and it would without fail have way too much gold fabric in it. He'd had to look like a gilded asshole.]

[The tailor looked like a very serious lady who asked Tim a very serious question. An answer was clearly expected.]

Hi, uh. Clothes. [Goddammit, Tim. Jack was the gilded asshole, answer appropriately.] Uh, I mean, tuxes. A white one, and, um... did you actually want a black one? [That question was directed to Majima, the person whose body was presumably going to be in one of those suits.]

I'm not gonna make you stick to the whole monochrome thing if you don't want to.

I wonder how you'd look in a yukata.

[ Majima said, almost idly. It absolutely was not idly, however. On one hand, it might be a little harder to pull of the smooth silhouette with that big, beefy bod. On the other, who cared if it made for great cleavage?

Right. The question. ]

A pair of wedding tuxes.

[ The crime man confirmed, like he hadn't just been thinking about Tim's big old tracts of land like a second earlier. ]

I was thinkin' maybe blue or silver. Something a little different from the usual.

[ "Oh! Well, that's certainly doable. I can have my assistant pull a few samples for you, but..." and now she turned to Tim. "We'll need to take your measurements, of course. Do you have the time now?" ]

Uh, haha, yeah, I figured.

[Tim made a half-apologetic little laugh at the need to take his measurements. There was no way that anyone would have anything that would fit him right off the rack, so he'd have to be that asshole who had to get everything measured so that shirts and jackets could be custom-made for him. He didn't mean to be That Guy, but he also couldn't help it.]

Yeah, I've got the time now, I guess. [Not exactly his favorite way to spend a good twenty minutes, but a necessary evil. Then, to his werewolf beau,] Do you wanna look at some fabric and stuff while I get prodded? Then we can take a look at what you like?

[He was sure that Majima would look great in whatever he picked and whatever color he picked; he'd look great in blue, or silver, or a paper bag with the word 'tuxedo' written on it in marker. It was just a matter of deciding what he thought was best.]

[And if there were no objections to that plan of attack, he could go back with the Serious Sewing Lady and settle himself in for a good twenty minutes of holding his arms at weird angles.]

[ Majima's answer was to plant another kiss on Tim's temple. ]

Go on ahead. You know where to find me.

[ A black tux would have been just fine, and all that. It was just that he wanted something a little different from his everyday wear. And Majima was fine being poked and prodded with the materials they had while Tim was getting his beef sized.

So while the tailor broke out the measuring tape and remarked on Tim's shoulders in back, Majima would be looking at pocket kerchiefs and listening to spiels about boutonnieres. And talking in slightly nervous fashion to the assistant, who was asking him questions. ]

Yeah, I, uh. Never thought I'd be in one of these shops? For myself, I mean.

[ He sounded happy. ]

Edited (a word) 2020-01-17 01:40 (UTC)

[Tim went with the tailor to a little alcove with mirrors, where she had her tape measure and notebook and all that kind of thing. She would tell him to hold out an arm or turn this way or turn that way and measure various parts of him; across his back, the distance around his arm, the length from shoulder to waist. Inseams, too, which was a lot harder to determine now that his legs were jointed in a manner that wasn't human. Things that, presumably, a person would need to know to make a suit that fit just right.]

[He was a little distance away from where Majima was looking at suit accouterments with the assistant, but not so far that his sensitive minotaur hearing couldn't keep track of the conversation. It wasn't eavesdropping if he couldn't help it, right?]

[The assistant was telling him all about what kind of flowers he could get in the boutonnieres-- carnations were traditional, but some people liked gardenias because of their lovely scent. Or cornflowers, because of some old folk tale about young men in love wearing cornflowers, and if it wilted too soon, their love wasn't returned.]

["Didn't think you were the marrying type?" Since he'd commented on never being in a shop like this, looking at wedding tuxes. "Or just not very traditional?"]

Maybe. I always brushed it off when someone asked about it -- figured it'd never happen.

[ Why was Majima going on about this, anyhow? Maybe he was too happy, maybe he just wanted to talk about it as he slipped on a tuxedo jacket in a pale neutral shade. ]

My folks were married, and hell if it made them any happier. But it's not like it had to be like that, right? I mean, if I found anyone I was that sweet on, I'd want to take care of 'em forever. Be one of those old folks still takin' walks together in the park.

And after I met Tim, I... sorry, ya must hear this kinda thing all the time.

[ At least he had the decency to sound sheepish as the assistant set him up to the mirror and examined the lapels. It did nothing for his stupidly smitten tone of voice though, or the way he couldn't quite stop smiling. That was his endgame, spending the rest of his life with a freckly slab of beef. Looking at flowers in the springtime, maybe getting a couple of cats that shed everywhere. ]

I just want to give him everything I can. A fancy weddin', a big white frilly cake, flowers, the works. Make sure he knows how special he is.

[ "Well, I think you've come to the right place," the assistant said, smiling. "And that cut looks quite handsome on you! It's perfect with your fur." ]

IC Inbox - Ryslig

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, TIMOTHY LAWRENCE. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 011.11.201.45 * mrhandsome69 has joined 011.11.201.45 <USERNAME> First sentence of message. <BANNED USER> SCREENED MESSAGE. UNSCREEN? Y/N -- sample for when you ban someone <USERNAME> First sentence of message. <USERNAME>** First sentence of message.