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I'm sweet to you.
[ That seemed legit, right? He did seem to have a big old soft spot for beefy dudes that liked cats. ]
And as it turns out, I like takin' care of people. So if that's your thing, you're in luck. And if it's not... well, I could try not to.
[ Tim seemed to enjoy it, though. Aftercare, affection, getting asked out. Majima, if he was being honest, sort of looked forward to teasing out what else he could do for the guy. ]
I'm glad I met ya.
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[And if Majima's great weakness was beefy men who liked cats, then Tim was glad that he very firmly exemplified both of those qualities. He was the beef, and he loved cats.]
I definitely don't hate it.
[Tim liked that Majima thought about him and about what he might want or need. That was about it, really-- he liked that Majima cared enough about him to want to do things for him. It was a low bar, probably? But that was fine. Majima was passing it easily.]
[And, oh. Talk about saying sweet things.]
I'm... god, I am, too. [Maybe he shouldn't be as pissy at the Fog God as he usually is-- without her bullshit, how would he have met Majima?] ...We had the weirdest freakin' meet cute, though.
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[ Pardon him while he reached over to trace the edge of one cowlike ear. It just looked sort of velvety-soft, and so sue him, Majima was curious how it'd feel between his fingers. Hopefully, Tim didn't kick him or anything. The tips of his fingers were a little rough -- calloused, from his time spent fighting -- but the touch itself was a gentle one. ]
I didn't know what to think of ya at the time. Or even about all this monster stuff.
[ A brief pause, as he considered. ]
Actually, I haven't dated anyone seriously for the past couple years. So, uh... we're kinda even?
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[Not that their meeting had exactly been something out of a romantic comedy, unless it was a really weird one.]
[Tim's cow ears had a smooth coat of fur on the outside but were soft and fuzzy on the inside, and very sensitive; Majima's finger traced over the edge of one of them and it flicked in response, just on reflex. He wasn't really used to the idea of his ears being able to move, like, independently, so it was just a weird sensation in general.]
Hey, that tickles.
[It wasn't bad, Tim was ticklish in a lot of places, just not usually the ears.]
[Thinking about when he'd first showed up, though, headless and confused? Yeah, that was a bad time. Zero out of ten, did not recommend. Actually, probably more like negative ten out of ten, because his head had apparently been put in Jack's house.]
I mean, I can't blame you there? I was headless and getting the shit kicked out of me. I guess I was just lucky that you showed up and not someone else.
[Somebody who would've been less sympathetic and more willing to join in. But hey, it was at least kind of romantic that he'd gotten rescued by the guy that he'd end up dating, right?]
Yeah, I think we're even. I, uh, haven't exactly been active on the whole dating front for a long time, either.
[Not that it was all that surprising that the nervous, awkward dude would be terrible at scoring dates with anybody, women or men.]
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Good tickles, or bad? They're soft.
[ He totally wanted to feel more of that velvety fuzz.
In Majima's case, the problem was one both of time and opportunity. He hadn't had a lot of time back during his tenure at the Grand, and... actually, maybe if he hadn't been so completely oblivious, maybe he would have seen what was unfolding right in front of him. ]
Maybe people just don't get to know ya? You've got a lot of good points -- can't imagine they'd miss 'em if they looked.
[ Points that, honestly, had nothing to do with his BMI. ]
Want me to feed you some more sweets?
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[He'd never had ears that were quite so big and sensitive before, or... so furry? Or mobile? It was especially weird to find out that, sometimes, when he was really happy or excited and wasn't paying attention, his big stupid ears would wiggle.]
[And, well, apparently now they were on the whole dating thing. Okay, that was fine, just the good old standby of I'm sure you have a great personality. Nobody ever mentioned that the problem of relying on just a good personality was that you had to convince people to look twice at your ugly ass, and that was pretty damn hard.]
[So, sure, Tim wasn't really happy with the fact that he had the face of a douchebag, but he had to admit that a lot more people had taken notice of him after he got the douchebag face than before, so.]
Yeah, sure, that's probably it.
[But, hey, who wanted to talk about those kinds of insecurities, anyway? Besides, it wasn't like Tim could ever get his old face back anyway, so he might as well just agree with Majima and let the whole thing go. Eat some cake instead.]
Y'know, I would. I think I'm up for some more of that cherry cake.
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So instead of pressing, he carefully cut a tempting sliver of cherry cake and filling, one hand braced under the fork to catch any crumbs, and leaned in with it. ]
Careful.
[ If nothing else, he appreciated the opportunity to, for once, be able to spend some time with someone he cared about without buildings being on fire in the background. That. Was nice. And he was going to savor today for that alone. ]