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You've got such a big heart, y'know that? [ A big heart, and the tits to match -- what more could a crime man ask for? Tim had a way of melting him in an instant, and this afternoon was no exception. Majima looked up at his husband with the kind of stupid, wholehearted devotion you could never buy -- not in a million years. ]
Hey. This year, let's go somewhere for fall again. Half-year anniversary?
[ Was that even a thing? What the hell, they could make it a thing. ]
We can see the leaves, try out all the latest pumpkin desserts... whatever ya like.
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[But he did have big tits, that definitely was true. And like... probably a moderate heart. A medium-sized heart, maybe slightly bigger than average? But, god, when Majima looked at him like he was the whole world, it made him want to be a better person. Live up to absurd devotion written all over his handsome crime man face, be the kind of person who deserved that.]
Yeah, we can do that. I kinda think we can do whatever the hell we want?
[So if they wanted to take a half-anniversary, who's going to stop them? The marriage police? They're adults! They can just do shit and not have to justify it to anyone.]
It is almost pumpkin spice season. [Tim got the dreamy, faraway look in his eyes that millions of basic bitches got every time September rolled around and pumpkin spice lattes came back on the menu.] Y'know that little bakery we got the cherry blossom stuff from? Last year they made one of those roll-up cakes and it was pumpkin spice and the slices were all shaped like pumpkins, it was super cute.
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[ As far as Majima was concerned, Tim could consume all the pumpkin spice he wanted. Maybe he'd learn how to make some pumpkin muffins or something. Or lattes?? How hard could they be? Especially if his reward was seeing a smile on a freckly bullman.
Hell, maybe he'd even draw dumb little heart in the foam. That was it, that was his next project. This was what he devoted his brain cells to. Also, wow, was it time to give Tim another kiss? Majima thought so. ]
Oh yeah, there was one other thing. I actually bought something the other day. Don't know how much ya like board games, but I figured we could play it if ya ever needed a break. It's got the whole swords and sorcerers thing goin' on, except with little kitty cats.
[ Disgusting. ]
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[And more kisses, gladly returned. Disgusting. Illegal. These two should be banned.]
[But Tim's dumb cow face lights up at the mention of not just a board game, but a magical cat-themed board game. Could it be? Could it truly be the thing that he never knew he wanted until right this second?]
Did they make a Meowthor the Magnificent board game? Oh my god, yes, we're playing it. Can you play it with just two people? I'm not above blackmailing someone if we need more people.
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[ How was Majima going to get up with his lap full of minotaur? By slipping his arms under Tim's back and calves, and simply lifting him up in a bridal carry -- tabby cat included, since Jay was insistent on going all in on coveted lap territory.
Majima made his way to the hall closet, and nudged the door open with his shoulder. ]
Right there on the shelf; it's the wrapped box.
[ Wrapped in little pawprint wrapping paper, within arm's length if Tim reached over. ]
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[Majima hoisted Tim up like he wasn't two hundred pounds of USDA-grade A beef, and though there are a lot of downsides to the monster mash business, his husband's absurd strength wasn't one of them. Jay wasn't as thrilled about the situation, making an annoyed and very insistent meow as he was brought along for the ride. It wasn't, however, inconvenient enough to make him leave his lap spot, however.]
[And there, in the closet, was the wrapped box. Tim reached up to get it off of the shelf.]
You don't have to carry me, I promise my legs work. [Gosh, though, what a strong husband. So sweet, so sexy.] Is it bad that I kind of want to make Juno play this with us, just because he'd complain the whole time?
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[ Terrible. Just awful, especially the wholeheartedly adoring way Majima was looking at the boeuf in question. He'd set Tim down, though, by the coffee table so they could both see what the board looked like spread out.
There were multiple little game pieces, each a magical cat. One was Meowthor, of course, but there were also his little siblings. Each had their own little cape and magic wand, ready for adventure. ]
And yeah, we should definitely make him bring Trash Bag while he does it. She can meet Jay.
[ Who would win in that contest of cat wills?? ]