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[Tim had to push the brim of his hat out of the way so that it wouldn't poke Majima when he kissed him, and be a little more careful because he wasn't as stable on hooves on a rocking deck as he would've been with real feet. Wet ship decks were not made with ungulates in mind.]

[The trip up to the islands was actually pretty beautiful; it was kind of a slower way of traveling than he was used to, but there were definitely cases to be made for taking the scenic route. And having Majima around to talk to was enough of a distraction that he didn't think about the height of the boat off of the water. The rocking motion, at least, was only annoying for making him have to shift his weight to keep balanced, because of that aforementioned hoof problem and the additional complication of being so goddamn top-heavy. Motion sickness thankfully didn't rear its ugly head, probably because his inner ear had been through low- and zero-gravity, so it would take some serious bouncing around to throw him.]

[And, hey, good time to talk about Majima's adventures.]

No, you haven't. Were you going out as, y'know, a wolf? It seems like it'd be faster that way.

[And also more distracting? Majima seemed to get very distracted by belly rubs and thrown objects when he was wolfy, which was... adorable, to be honest. The cutest apex predator.]

Yeah. I even got a backpack that fits when I'm furry.

[ Imagine wolf Majima with little saddlebags. Imagine it. ]

There's a kelpie named Fran who likes to wander around the peninsula, so sometimes I'll go with 'em. Last place we went to was Castle Lager. Y'know, out past Lager Woods? I thought it was gonna be abandoned, but it turns out a bunch of dogs live there.

Little nervous around strangers, but they didn't give us any trouble.

[ Well... what chance would a dog have against a werewolf, really, but they'd been friendly enough when Majima had invited them to play. ]

You do realize that sounds super cute, right?

[The idea of Majima with little doggie saddlebags was absolutely adorable and something that Tim needed to see at some point. What did he keep in there? Did he have a little packed lunch? Did he collect things while he was wandering around?]

I guess it's not that surprising that they're nervous. It took ages for the strays around Bavan to stop running away from me.

[Tim felt kind of bad for the poor dogs, since they didn't have anybody to look after them-- the same kind of way that he felt bad for the stray cats and left food out.]

I wonder if they know the difference between you and, y'know, a wolf-wolf? Or if they'd recognize you when you're not on four legs.

[Did werewolves smell different or something from wolf-wolves? Maybe another were would know, Tim didn't get any exceptional smelling abilities from the cowboy package.]

[ Normally, this might be where Majima would protest -- insist he wasn't cute, for starters. Only Tim loved cute things, and maybe it wasn't... entirely terrible, having that starry-eyed look directed at him.

It was pretty nice, actually. ]

Maybe you ought to come with me sometime and see for yourself.

[ He absolutely had a little packed lunch. Sometimes he'd pick up odds and ends, like a smooth rock or something, shh. ]

They'd probably pick up on it pretty fast, if I stuck around. A pup might not know what a werewolf is, but he's still got his eyes and nose.

[ Majima leaned up against the rail, into the wind. ]

That's one of the only things I missed when we were in Felfri. At first, it was pretty strange, but now it feels like I'm missin' something when I can't smell.

You're an animal-type monster, too, right? Ya got any extra senses?

[ It occurred to Majima that he really didn't know all that much about minotaurs. They hung out in mazes, and they were really unhappy with trespassers...? ]

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I got a few things. I can see in the dark better now, which is really useful? And I can hear a lot better, but loud noises are a lot more annoying, too. Especially the high-pitched stuff?

[God, it was like jabbing a knitting needle in his ear. Sometimes, Jack would be working in his garage lab and he'd do something that would make an awful screeching sound, something with the metal that he'd be working with, and the sound of it would make Tim want to crawl out of his own skin.]

I don't know if it really counts as a sense, but I don't get lost anymore, either? Even in confusing places like Djävulenstad. It's just kind of like... I dunno.

[It was hard to explain because it was more of a feeling than a thing. Being a monster was weird.]

I just always know where things are and where I am. In cities and towns and stuff, anyway, I'm not sure if it works as well if I'm in the middle of nowhere.

Ya still have trouble walkin' on hooves?

[ Majima reached out and took Tim's hand, exploring the thickened nails. He'd been fortunate in that his own feet weren't much changed in structure, at least not in 'human' form, but Tim seemed to be managing fine? Maybe the practice fighting sessions helped with that a little; he'd like to think it challenged the man's balance. ]

I guess if we ever get lost, you'll have to lead the way.

I pretty much got wolf senses; that came part of the package. It's also kinda nice to get the extra jump height, but... it's kinda strange. Sometimes I'll just get the urge to tear-ass around for a while. It's really hard not to.

I'm mostly used to it, I think. It still kind of sucks if I have to walk on anything really slick, though.

[Hooves weren't super great for traction on, like, ice, or even something more mundane like the inside of a porcelain tub. Showers, man. Always use a bath mat, the bruises sucked.]

[And if Majima had thought that Tim looked starry-eyed when he'd talked about his saddlebags, that was nothing compared to the look he got when he talked about his brief bursts of energy.]

You get zoomies?

[That was the fucking cutest thing that Tim had ever heard and it was written all over his face.]

Do you just, like, have to go out for a walk? Or a run? Do you take yourself to the park?

Wh... huh? What the hell're zoomies?

[ Majima had sort of just assumed it was a werewolf-specific thing; in the evenings was when he had the most energy, and it wasn't like he was immune to bursts of activity when human.

Was this a Thing, though? From Tim's excitement, it seemed like a Thing.

It was kind of embarrassing, though... ]

Hey, I can control myself, okay? Usually I head outdoors and make a dash for it and roll around in the grass, and so on.

[ And stole tennis balls. And knocked things over. And sometimes, rolled on his back and swam around like an idiot with his paws. ]

You don't... have anythin' like that?

[The idea of Majima in his big, fluffy wolf form, dashing out the door to go roll around in the grass was still super adorable. Tim had seen him when he was rolling around like a happy boy before, he knew what the swimming paws were like.]

I mean, zoomies are pretty much just what you said? I think dogs mostly get them, but cats sometimes do, too.

[Jay Catsby would sometimes get them in the evening, running around like a floofy maniac for a bit before calming down. It was cute, unless he started going after ankles.]

[But, god, Tim was just delighted about all of this. Majima, the guy who was usually all serious, running around and rolling in the grass during a rush of hyperactivity. Adorable.]

It's not really a cow thing, so... nope, can't say I really do. Maybe other weres get it? Or maybe just other werewolves.

[The only other weres that he knew personally was a were-bear and a were-raccoon, and god, he hoped that bears didn't get zoomies. That sounded like a bad time.]

Ya really love animals, huh?

[ He'd never really seen himself as any kind of monster, really, animal or otherwise. But hey, if Tim loved canine antics (and Majima sure was getting that vibe), then maybe that was one more tick in favor of werewolves. Majima didn't mind looking cute if it brought a smile to the guy's face like the one he was sporting now. And he had to admit the belly rubs were fantastic.

So what if it was a little undignified? He was going to be part wolf for the forseeable future; maybe he ought to just enjoy it. Right? ]

...by the way, how's your throwin' arm?

[ It was as he was asking this question as they pulled into sight of Tunn, and the sleepy-looking dock. A few vessels were moored there, and it looked like there were some stands for snacks and beach gear so on, but for the most part? Things seemed pretty quiet. There was a long stretch of sandy beach, and some tree cover that looked right for a good snooze. ]

Hell yeah! That's perfect.

[ Look at all that sand and water and there were frisbees??? Tim was going to love it everything was Fine ]

Yeah, I like the ones that are cute and haven't tried to eat me.

[All animals were not created equal in the realms of Tim's affections, okay. Cats and dogs? Wonderful, they were all good boys who only deserved the very best in life. Skags? Awful. Stalkers? Invisible bastards. Torks? Horrible little scorpion spider assholes.]

[There were probably people out there who loved all animals, both the cute and the horrifying, but Tim wasn't one of them. If it would look at him and think he was dinner, nope. No, thank you.]

[The approaching island, however, looked idyllic-- blue water and sandy beaches and not a whole lot of people hanging around. Tourist season must not have been in full swing yet, which was really to their benefit.]

Wow, it looks like something out of a magazine.

[One of those, like, vacation magazines that showed you all of the nice places that you could never afford to visit.]

I've got a pretty good arm. [He'd had a lot of practice, but mostly with grenades. Whatever, though, same skill, right?] What'd you bring for me to throw?

...I'm gonna have to get Soeki somethin' nice.

[ Maybe one day, Majima would find out what the hell a skag was, and why it might be curried. But for now, as they headed in toward the dock, Majima produced a bright blue frisbee from his bag for Tim's inspection. ]

They still got these in the future, right?

[ Although for all he knew, maybe frisbees from the future shot lasers or some shit. All the more reason to enjoy it here, instead, where maybe he could persuade Tim to throw shirtless. God, that'd be living the dream.

A little jolt as they tied the boat and lowered a ramp onto the side of the ship for people to use to disembark. Majima slid an arm around Tim's shoulders and headed toward it, though he fairly quickly switched to leading Tim by the hand. Easier, probably? ]

[In all honesty, there probably was a frisbee that shot lasers somewhere in the future. It probably existed because why the fuck not, it's there so might as well put some fucking lasers on it and make it explode for good measure.]

[The super space future is weird, Majima.]

[But you know what? He was from the future, he might as well make the most of it. Tim looked at Majima, his face the absolute picture of innocent confusion. He was but a simple space man, Majima, he didn't know about your strange antiquities of yesteryear.]

No, I don't think I've ever seen one of these before.

[Tim took the frisbee from Majima so that he could examine it like he'd never seen one in his whole entire life, really. If he could pull this shit off, someone nominate him for a fucking space Oscar-- he'll start his acting career right now, that would be it. Fuck being a body double, he'd go to monster Hollywood. Mollywood?]

What am I supposed to do with it?

[ Could it be? Was it feasible that Tim really didn't know what a frisbee was?

...maybe. After all, the guy didn't know how to swim, and frisbees were kind of an oldschool piece of recreational equipment. Perhaps it was the equivalent of inviting Tim to play with a hoop and stick. Maybe in the future everyone liked to play awkward hologram lacrosse in goofy padded suits, Majima didn't know.

As he stepped off the boat and onto the wooden planks of the dock (which made a pleasing creak underfoot), Majima considered his options. ]

Okay, the first thing to remember: ya can't play frisbee fully clothed. Shirts off, or ya might as well not bother.

[ House rules!! ]

[Nah, Majima, in the future, the national pasttime was murder.]

[They stepped out onto the dock and Tim got a good look down the beach; a long stretch of pale sand and foamy surf, mostly uncrowded. Just the occasional sunbather, some children digging into the sand, a guy fly fishing. Plenty of room for a minotaur and a werewolf.]

Oh, yeah? [It was warm enough that he probably would've taken off his shirt at some point regardless, but hey. Good on Majima for knowing what he wanted and going for it.] So you're gonna take yours off too, right? Or you might as well not bother.

[Hey, Tim would jump at the chance to have Majima running around with a few less layers on, too. Majima didn't have the monopoly on wanting to see his hot boyfriend shirtless.]

Can't argue with that. But you're gonna have to make good on your offer.

[ He set his bag down in the shade of Ryslig's version of a palm tree, and then began the process of unbuttoning his shirt, starting from the bottom. Abs for days, check. A little smile that invited Tim to enjoy the process, also check. And the colors of the extensive artwork inked into him were as vivid as ever; they came into view almost all at once as Majima slipped his shoulders free.

He was looking expectantly at Tim, sunscreen held out in one hand as he turned his back towards the man. C'mere, you. ]

Hey, I keep my promises.

[And, boy, there was a lot about the process of Majima unbuttoning his shirt that was enjoyable. Especially in, like, the abdominal region? God, it should be criminal to look like that. That was Majima's true crime-- being too hot (hot damn).]

[Tim really couldn't help letting his eyes pan up along his torso, following each newly exposed inch of skin that was revealed as he opened his shirt. Then his eyes made it up to that sly smile and he felt the back of his neck go hot for reasons that were totally unrelated to the bright sunshine. Okay, maybe he wasn't exactly subtle about eyeing up his boyfriend.]

[He took the offered sunscreen bottle and squirted some into his palm, handing the tube back so that Majima could get his front. Then he rubbed his hands together to evenly distribute and started to get to work-- this, at least, was one thing that his big, stupid hands were good for. Spreading sunscreen, and probably backrubs, too? But that was something for Majima to find out another time, probably.]

[Tim spread the lotion over his shoulders and down his back, over all those pretty tattoos that had their colors just right. Couldn't let them fade, who knew if he'd be able to find a tattooist around here who'd be able to touch them up again? So, really, this was totally for practical reasons, not just because Tim liked to get his hands on his hot boyfriend.]

[Before he used the last of the lotion on the back of Majima's neck, Tim pressed a little kiss there, just a bit below his hairline. Because, y'know, it was his prerogative, right?]

Don't forget your ears.

[Nothing worse than sunburned ears.]

[ Oh, if only. Wolf Majima loved belly rubs; human Majima was rather partial to back massages. While Tim took the lotion, he started rubbing some of the extra into his arms, and ensuring his abs and chest were adequately covered.

It was all lean muscle under Tim's hands, and did Majima mention how nice the man's palms felt gliding over the surface of his back? Enough so that he had to close his eyes and lean into the touch, just a little.

When Tim started moving up to his neck, he reached back to lift his ponytail out of the way -- and found himself tensing in sudden surprise when he felt that kiss. ]

Wh --

[ It wasn't a bad feeling, by any means. But of course, what with his hair, it wasn't really an area most people thought to reach. ]

Enjoyin' yourself, are ya?

[ He finished off with his ears and face, daubing a little extra on his nose for good measure -- and then reaching over to touch up Tim's, too. ]

Can't be too careful.

[ Extremities did tend to get the worst of it, and all. ]

[Tim let Majima dab a little of the sunscreen on his nose, only scrunching it up a little bit at the feeling of cold lotion on his warm skin. Now his nose was extra protected, though it probably didn't need it.]

I think my face'll be okay. That's what the hat's for.

[You know, the hat that Majima called dorky. See, it was practical.]

Well, I guess I have to follow the rules, too.

[He took a step back so that he had enough room to pull his shirt over his head. It was less of a reveal than Majima's shirt removal had been, he'd only been wearing a tank, but there still was plenty of grade-A quality beef on display. And it wasn't any secret that Majima was a fan of beef. He'd had to take the hat off briefly to get the shirt off, and, well. Hat hair was a thing, and Tim wasn't immune. But hey, he covered it up again right after, so, out of sight and out of mind.]

Ready?

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Uh huh. Hats don't guard against everythin', y'know. Sun bounces right off that sand.

[ Don't let UVB rays happen to you, Tim!! Although to be honest, Majima had mostly just wanted an excuse to reach over.

As Tim stripped, Majima didn't bother concealing the interest with which he was regarding that beef. He didn't -- quite -- reach a hand over to trace one of those old scars, but he did brush an arm against Tim's to retrieve the frisbee.

Since of course Tim didn't know how to throw, right? ]

Ready.

[ He loped off a short distance across the sand, and then sent the frisbee sailing through the air towards Tim. An easy throw, high and floating. ]

Just like catch; ya go back and forth.

[ Although he couldn't quite help tracking the toy a bit longingly as it hovered away from him. ]

Don't try to distract me with your facts.

[Boo, Majima. Facts are for nerds, probably.]

[Tim gave the frisbee over easily-- it was Majima's, anyway. He left his shirt in the sand near Majima's bag and, honestly, this was just another reason that he was glad the beach was mostly empty. A big, buff dude with his shirt off was something that people would stare at, sure, but a big, buff dude with a whole bunch of scars was something that you stared at for a different reason. Tim didn't like having that much attention on him even when it was positive-- he definitely didn't want the kind of attention that bullet scars would bring.]

[He watched Majima run out a bit before turning to throw the frisbee back; Tim had probably surprisingly good hand-eye coordination for a nerd, and it was practically second nature to make the short jump and reach up and snatch it out of the air, especially when it was such an easy toss.]

So, like this?

[He returned the throw, but Tim was good enough at throwing things that it was really hard to fake being bad at it. Maybe Majima wouldn't notice because he'd be too busy trying to catch it? Fetch, boy.]

What should I distract ya with?

[ It was just about then that the wind picked up, carrying the frisbee upward and toward Majima -- he had to make a dash to catch the thing, but his fingers closed around the plastic edge with canine surety.

Sometime during the run, he'd started smiling, then grinning as he caught the thing and winged it back to Tim. Probably a little faster than was necessary, really, and a little to the side. Enough to make the man have to stretch a little to catch it.

On purpose? Maybe.

(How did he even have the depth perception to do it?

) ]

[Majima's miraculous overcoming of his depth perception issues aside, he was pretty good at throwing and catching things. Maybe it was because of the whole werewolf thing? Did becoming a werewolf suddenly make you super good at catching frisbees? Maybe they should start putting that on the pamphlets-- werewolves gain better hearing and sense of smell and also hand-eye coordination, but only when fetching thrown objects.]

[The return volley of that frisbee was a little further off than he'd have liked; Tim had to kind of run for it a bit, which wasn't easy considering the sand and his hooves, and lean out and stretch for it. But he got it, and that was all that mattered.]

[When he flung it back-- and, wow, Tim was pretty good at this for a guy that had never seen a frisbee before, right?-- he skimmed it low, so that Majima would have to bend for it if he wanted to catch it. If Tim had to stretch, well. Maybe Majima should have to work for it a little bit, too.]

[And that had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Tim just liked watching him bend over.]

[ Oh man, oh no. Majima was filled with unfathomable regret the second the frisbee left his hand and he was subjected to the ripple of thick muscle as Tim reached out to grab his throw. How terrible. He'd never do it again.

And yet part of his attention was focused squarely on the object itself. There was a surge of joy as he grabbed it out of the air at the bottom of its arc, snatched it gracefully with his fingers just as it was about to hit the ground. As he came back up,

no

he felt an unexpected reluctance to let go of it, but forced the action all the same. This throw was something of a trick shot he'd picked up from watching others play: a toss downward until the spin of the frisbee sent it rising back up towards Tim once more.

more frisbee ]

[Clearly the truest crime of the universe that they lived in was the fact that Majima had to send the frisbee back for Tim to throw it for him again. That was the only way that he could get more frisbee.]

[The arc of Majima's next throw made Tim think that it was going to come up short; he'd come forward to get it before it struck ground and was surprised at the way it rose back up again. He had to backpedal so that he wasn't going to be catching it with his chin. Not exactly the easiest maneuver to make in sand and with hooves instead of feet. He ended up fumbling the catch, just barely managing to scoop it up before it hit the sand.]

Don't go easy on me!

[That was mostly a joke-- though Tim obviously knew how to throw a damn frisbee, he wasn't going around making trick throws or any of that. Majima clearly had more practice in as far as throwing things went.]

[He launched the frisbee back, though, this time a bit high-- just to make him run for it.]

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