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[ Well, might as well avail himself shamelessly of Tim's services, then. And so he did, though after a little while the siren smell of coffee was too tempting to resist any more. So Majima rolled over and placed his paws on Tim's shoulders; for a moment, it looked like he was going to lean in and lick the man's face. ]

Thanks, Tim. Here, lemme thank you.

[ Instead, he changed, and now there was a man in Tim's lap, fingers of one hand sneaking under that button-down collar of his. He leaned in for a kiss; this one didn't have quite as much tongue, but it had just as much affection behind it. ]

Maybe this wolf thing ain't so bad.

[Majima as a wolf was heavier than Tim had expected, and his paws were actually... really big. He expected to get a big slobbery dog tongue right to the face, which was not the kind of thank you that he super wanted, but ended up with a lap full of wolfman instead of just... wolf wolf.]

[This thank you had just the right amount of tongue in it, and Tim returned the kiss and very much enjoyed Majima's gratitude. He put his arms around his waist and gave him a squeeze, pulled him a little bit closer.]

You did sure seem to enjoy yourself.

[He wasn't going to be able to resist smiling every time he thought about Majima's happy canine grin and wagging tail.]

You want to dig into some of these snacks? There were those cherry things that you wanted to try.

[ Oh. Well, that was a little unexpected, but it was surprisingly nice being pulled in like this. He smiled, looking a little uncharacteristically sheepish. ]

Uh... yeah. I forgot about those for a little bit. There's the donuts, too.

[ One moment more, and then he let go of Tim, feeling out with his hand until his fingers tapped against the side of the box. Aha. He dragged it over. ]

I bet the coffee's lukewarm, huh? I guess that's okay.

Yeah, it probably is. We should've brought thermoses or something, I guess.

[Oh, well. He wasn't all that upset about it, it was totally worth it to spend the past however long giving Majima tummy rubs. Some lukewarm coffee was a small price to pay for spoiling him with affection for a little bit.]

The kitty donuts are so cute that it's almost a shame to eat them. But I do really want to try one.

[The true dilemma of people who loved cute things and snacks-- the cute snacks were delicious, but eating them would destroy them.]

[ That made Majima smile. He opened the box and carefully airlifted one of the kitty donuts out of it. And then held it out, face first, to Tim's lips. ]

Ya do, huh? Well, the time is meow.

[ Look at this adorable smiling kitty face, Tim. Take a bite and accept your fate as a true monster, feeding on the chocolate frosting of the innocent... ]

[Tim laughed at the pun and the little kitty donut that Majima held out to him smiled its cute kitty smile. How could he bear to hurt such a sweet thing? Oh the humanity, etc etc.]

Oh, wow, you went there. You saw that opening and you went for it.

[Let it never be said that Majima wasn't devoted to his punning.]

[Well, time for Tim to go for it, too. He leaned in and took a bite, which unfortunately meant defacing the poor donut kitty. Alas, poor donut cat, he knew you well.]

That's actually really good? [Did that make it better or worse? So cute, and so tasty.] You should try some.

Couldn't resist.

[ At the suggestion, Majima paused... and then took a bite from the other side. ]

It's sweet. [ A pause, as the dense flavor of the cake donut set in. ] But not too sweet. It's pretty good.

[ So there was a little bit of information right there; Majima didn't have much of a sweet tooth. Today was a special event, though, and he was definitely going to sample some cherry-themed treats even if they gave him a toothache. He slid over to sit beside Tim, and place the box of baked goods onto the man's lap so he had a free hand to go for his coffee and wash it all down. ]

It's strange. I never really thought about gettin' out of the city when I was back in Japan. But now I come out pretty often, and it's nice. Maybe it's got to do with the wolf thing?

[That was good information to have-- Majima preferred savory to sweet, going by this and the fact that he'd said before that he likes fried dough balls full of octopus. Maybe he ought to just learn how to make that stuff? Takoyaki, or whatever it was. Korra probably had a recipe, and how hard could it be?]

[Tim let the box balance on his knee and retrieved his own coffee from where he'd set it. He looked up at the canopy of cherry blossoms, and out at the green spaces around them, and...]

[This was nice.]

Maybe? I guess the exact reason why doesn't matter a whole lot, so long as you enjoy it.

[Maybe it's because he's wolfy, maybe it's because he doesn't have a leash around his neck with an old piss-drinking asshole holding the other end, chaining him to one town. Who knows?]

I might have to come out here more, too. It's... it's pretty. I like it. [He smiled and when he spoke again, his tone was light, joking.] I think I might like this whole, y'know, nature thing when it's not trying to eat me.

[ Then the only thing Tim would need was an ocToPuS, WhAT couLD gO WroNg???

Majima took one of the plastic dessert forks that had been provided for them, and used it to cut a little slice of the cherry petit fours. Inside? Lush-looking cherry filling and pink-colored cake. ]

What, ya don't like bein' chased by giant bug parasites or what-all? Here, take a bite.

[What could possibly go wrong with Tim trying to cook a live animal that probably really doesn't want to be cooked and can suction cup itself onto ceilings to escape? Everything. Literally everything could and would go wrong in that situation.]

Okay, so you're kinda saying that like it's a joke? But I've actually been chased by giant bugs and had to deal with brain parasites, so. Yeah. That's a thing? I don't recommend either, zero out of ten, I didn't get paid enough for that crap.

[Talking about gross brain parasites was probably really bad snack conversation, though, so. He just won't go into the detail about that, unless Majima really wanted to know.]

[Okay, Majima was telling him to have a bite but not exactly holding out the cake for him, so... was he going to feed it to him? Was he supposed to take it from him? Please, Majima, don't make him have to try to interpret social cues, he can't help but overthink everything.]

[He reached for it-- that seemed like the safer option. Less weird if he misinterpreted.]

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[ Too bad, but at least Majima had fed him a bite of donut. He handed Tim the fork, and got another for himself. ]

Brain parasites, huh?

[ Cue Walter Koenig's, 'Oh, no.' But they didn't have to go there if Tim didn't want to, because while he appeared to be slicing himself off another little piece of cake, Majima was also sort of low-key watching Tim's reaction.

Tim seemed to like sweets, after all.

Although he was curious. Honestly, Majima probably would have led with the brain parasites if anyone asked him about his misadventures. ]

Haven't crossed paths with those yet, although those Kulen bugs did try to make me eat a deep-fried dictionary.

...Hey. Do you like it here?

You don't want to, it was super gross. And I mean, the Kulen bugs were kinda dumb, but at least they just wanted to party? I could've done with less kidnapping, though.

[Tim popped that piece of cake in his mouth and made a pleased little noise; fruit and cake are a good combination, he was down for it. And thematically appropriate, Tim appreciated sticking to a theme. Cherry-filled cake to eat underneath cherry trees.]

[He cocked his head a little at what Majima asked.]

That's kind of a loaded question? I mean, I like some things, but there's a lot of stuff that I'm not super thrilled about, too.

[Ryslig was kind of a mixed bag.]

I like not being on Elpis or Pandora and doing jobs that don't have a, y'know, significant risk of getting shot in the everything. I like some of the people that I've met here. I, um. I like you.

[Just in case Majima hadn't figured that out already.]

Not really big on the whole, uh, diet thing? I guess getting beefed up isn't so bad, and I can live with not having feet, but, uh. Yeah. [That.] And I could really live without the crazy Fog God cult nutjobs? There's a lot of kool-aid getting chugged around here, and just... yikes.

So, what about you? You like it here?

This isn't where I belong.

[ Which wasn't exactly what Tim had asked, but what first came to mind, what underlined everything he did here. This place wasn't a vacation from his normal life, with everything on hold until he got back; time was passing, here and back in Kamurocho. His real home.

And even if Saejima wasn't going anywhere any time soon, even if Majima had more leeway than some of the others, culture shock was a thing. Time period shock? Also a thing. Then there were the changes, and the terrorist attacks, and the way that apparently there was no way to die so everyone had seemingly settled into an uneasy, watchful sort of stalemate that surfaced every once in a while to bite someone in the ass. Or kill a hundred people.

He took another bite of cake. ]

Where I'm from, I'd be the last place to say it's perfect. And it's not like everything about this place's bad. Guess I don't know how to feel about it, only...

I think the longer you're here, the less human ya get, and the more normal it seems to just stay here.

[ The important thing was not to let it set in, right? Don't let it set in. Majima looked up to meet Tim's gaze, as if studying his face. In so doing, something in his own expression softened. ]

...I'm glad you're not on Pandora or Elpis. I like you a lot.

That's fair. I mean, I get it, just wanting to go home.

[This wasn't where any of them belonged, if anyone ever really belonged anywhere (which was an existential argument for probably half past never), and they couldn't really be expected to be happy about being dropped into monsterland out of the blue. Their lives had been thrown unexpectedly into a massive upheaval. Tim had adapted to it, but that could have been because he was used to being thrown into situations that involved radical change. Hell, this wasn't even the first time that he'd woken up with a body that wasn't his own anymore. At least he still had the same face this time around.]

[Something in Majima's expression, something around the eye and mouth went soft and Tim's chest felt warm at the sight of it and, shit, multiverse theory was a bitch, wasn't it? Eventually, somebody was going to figure out a way to get all of them out of this weird pocket universe and back to wherever they were supposed to be. And that would suck, regardless of how this whole... hopefully-a-something between himself and Majima turned out. Good-byes sucked.]

For what it's worth, I hope somebody figures out how to send everybody home. Sooner, y'know, rather than later. Nobody deserves to be, god, what even is this? An extradimensional kidnapping?

[But even if someone came up to him tomorrow and said 'I can send you home', Tim didn't know if he'd say yes or not. Sure, he didn't want to live the rest of his life in monsterland with hooves and a tail, but... the longer he was away from his own universe, the less Hyperion would be able to use him to do its dirty work. Maybe his whole universe would just ultimately be better off if he wasn't in it anymore. And, sometimes, when it was like three in the morning and he couldn't sleep and the existential terror set in, he wondered if he wouldn't have been doing the whole universe a favor if he'd just let Zarpedon blow up the moon with him and Jack still on it.]

Same here.

[ He wanted to set things right back home -- if that was even a possibility, if they didn't decide to bring the axe down on Saejima and save the Japanese public even the remote possibility that a dangerous criminal might make it back out on the streets. Not a lot of sympathy for a guy who'd popped eighteen people.

But if Tim went back, wouldn't it be back to some shithole where he had to pretend to be Jack?

And Majima would never see him again...

He cleared his throat. ]

Hey, uh... are you seein' anyone?

[ It probably would have been better to ask this question before asking if Tim wanted to be tied up and fucked but hey. Better late than never? ]

[He sure would have to go back to the same shithole where he pretended to be Jack, at least until Jack decided that it was a good idea to stamp a vault symbol on his face. Then he'd run off to Pandora or something and no one would know what happened to him until hopefully the sequel.]

[But hey, that was fine. Everything was fine.]

[The question was a little out of left field, though, and Tim actually laughed at it. Him? Seeing somebody? Sounds fake.]

Oh, man, it's not often that I could say yes to that question. So, uh, no. I'm definitely not.

[Unless Majima wanted to change that.]

[ He put down the fork and coffee both. ]

I'm not lookin' to overcomplicate your life or anything, but... I like you, Tim. 'fact, the more I see of you, the more I like.

[ Majima trained his gaze on Tim's face, like he could somehow gauge Tim's amenability to starting a relationship in monsterland via some tell in his features. He didn't know what he was doing here, it was probably a bad idea to start something and get attached, only -- ]

Would you be interested in going out? More seriously, I mean.

[ What the hell, right? What had he ever gotten from depriving himself? ]

[To be honest? It was kind of too late, Tim was already a little bit attached. He got attached to people easily, especially people who were kind to him, and doubly especially for anyone who, like. Wanted to kiss him.]

[So, was it a bad idea to start a relationship in monsterland when they were all trying to get back home to their respective universes and success meant probably never seeing each other again? Yeah, probably. Was he going to do it anyway? Yes.]

Oh. I. Yes? Yeah, god, I really would.

[He'd have to be an idiot to pass this up. He could do way, way worse than an attractive one-eyed werewolf who takes him to cat cafes and out to see cherry blossoms and liked to talk to him.]

[Wow, he... felt happy. It'd been a while since he'd felt this way.]

Can I, um. Could I kiss you?

[ Majima's response was to reach out and slide thumb and forefinger along the edge of Tim's collar, grinning at him. ]

I'd be awful disappointed if ya didn't.

[ So have at it, Tim. They were technically still out in public, so Majima wouldn't start anything too steamy, but as he wrapped an arm around the back of that solid set of neck and shoulders, well. Making out wasn't that risque. ]

Well, I'd hate to disappoint you.

[Tim wasn't exactly an exhibitionist, so Majima really didn't have to worry too much about him starting anything too steamy where somebody could just walk up and see them. But just a little kissing was fine. Nobody would get arrested for kissing.]

[He leaned in to kiss him and, well, he'd kind of planned on keeping it relatively tame, but once Majima's arm wrapped around him that went out the window. Tim rest a hand on his hip and maybe slipped it underneath his shirt a little, against his warm skin. The other cupped the side of his neck, just under his jaw.]

[ You know what Tim sort of tasted like? Those sugary sweets he'd just eaten. But that was cool, Majima kind of liked it -- especially by this particular delivery method.

His other hand reached up to play with the end of Tim's hair and, barely, resisted the urge to muss it. Look, it was the gel, okay? And he knew from personal experience that this guy was a whole snack when his hair was a mess.

Instead, he reached up to touch one of those forward-swept horns, slide his fingers along the base and underside as he kissed back. Man, this was nice. Way nicer than anything in monsterland had any right to be, probably. ]

Hey, tell me what else ya like. And when's your birthday? I gotta know this stuff now.

[ Even when he broke, his face remained close to Tim's. Literal kissing distance. ]

[Tim made a little noise into the kiss when Majima touched the base of his horns; it was a little sensitive there, and felt kind of nice when he messed with it. The rest of the horn didn't have much feeling at all, if any, which, well. Tim didn't know much about bulls, but he did figure that you probably wouldn't want to be able to feel much in something that you would use to headbutt another bull with, so.]

[Majima didn't move very far away when they stopped kissing. Tim kissed him again anyway, just a short little peck, because he could and there wasn't any reason not to.]

I guess it depends on what you mean by what else I like? Like, normal stuff, or, um. You know.

[Bedroom stuff. Hanky-panky. The beast with two backs. How he liked to do the do. Insert other euphemisms for sex here.]

And my birthday's, well. I didn't exactly have it this year? It's on February 29th, so technically it's only every four years. What about yours? Did I miss it?

What?

[ Majima bumped his forehead against Tim's -- not hard, though, he didn't want a concussion. Interesting that Tim only seemed to react to the base of his horn; he'd have to remember that for later. ]

Hey, ya should've told me! Although I guess we didn't know each other as well back then.

[ He still probably would have gotten Tim something, though. For his 1/4 of a birthday, what an idea... ]

May 14, 1964. I'm 24.

[ Though it wasn't like Majima had felt much like celebrating the past couple of years. Your brother's in jail forever and your asshole boss only comes by to jerk you around for shits and giggles, happy birthday. ]

And now that ya mention it, both -- but I was thinkin' more if you're the romantic type, if ya like to get spoiled, stuff like that. In Japan, people don't really do the physical affection thing in public, but it seems like you're pretty partial to it.

[1964... Well, that explained a lot. That was... that was a really long time ago. Like, a really really long time ago. Wow, his life had been going through a lot of genre switches lately? First it was a bad sci-fi B movie, then it became a bad horror B movie when he got dropped into Ryslig, and now they were pulling in elements of supernatural werewolf romance and some weird Time Traveler's Wife shit. What the hell was his life?]

I didn't think about it, really. I never celebrated it a whole lot, anyway.

[Because that would've required him to, like, have friends to celebrate with. If he ever 'celebrated', it was by buying a six-pack of beer and a tub of ice cream and watching The Princess Bride like a sad asshole. But it was only every four years, so he could just pretend that it didn't exist most of the time. Avoidance! A totally healthy coping mechanism.]

[But now he knew Majima's birthday, which was way more important. It was coming up, so Tim could actually do something for it, if he was into that sort of thing. Or not, if he wasn't.]

Do you usually do something for yours? Like, throw a party or something?

[As far as what he liked, well. He did definitely like the romantic stuff, he liked this whole cherry blossom date a lot and it was pretty darn romantic. And physical affection, too, when it was Majima giving it, but was that last thing just an observation or supposed to be a hint?]

Am I, uh, being too PDA? I could tone it down, I don't want to make things weird or anything.

[ Majima waved a hand. ]

Meh, it's never been a big thing.

[ Which was a nice way of saying that his birthday celebrations particularly the last few years had been closer to Tim's in tone than might be immediately obvious. ]

I guess there were a couple years when the boys all got together and we did dumb shit. That was fun.

[ He smiled, using the tip of a finger to trace little shapes upon the back of Tim's shoulder. ]

But nah, I like it. We know people from other countries ain't the same. I wasn't exactly a reputable citizen back home, either, so it's probably easier for me to buck the trend. Ain't like anyone was gonna approve of me, anyway, right?

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