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[And here we had the Mad Dog of Shimano, learning how to make latte art for his dumb beefy husband. How the mighty have fallen, or perhaps how the mighty have gotten into a loving relationship and never learned to give a shit about dumb ideas about masculinity.]

[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.

[justbeingknife]

It's two to four players, so blackmail ain't strictly required.

[ 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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Oh!

[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?

[justbeingknife]

I know. I just love havin' you in my arms.

[ 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?? ]