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[justbeingknife]

[ "Yep, see, once you purchase thiiiis much at our store, you get a gift certificate. It also makes things a little easier when you want to custom order something..." ]

Don't have a card now, but I'd like one. Ya got a form I need to fill out?

[ Good news for this clerk, apparently, as she beamed at Majima and Tim and produced a small paper sign-up form. "Of course! Here you go."

So don't mind Majima, filling it out...

"Oh, and were you able to find everything you needed?" ]

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[Oh, good, Majima was getting the reward card thing, and like. Technically, just getting the card didn't mean that he'd be coming back to get more things that, ostensibly, he'd be putting to good use with Tim, but it sure did indicate an intention.]

Oh, uh. [Standard customer service questions, you could handle answering this, Tim.] Yeah. I think we're, um, set.

[For now, anyway. Or at least until the next time that Majima didn't feel like untying the knots in the rope and ruined it all by cutting Tim free.]

Could I maybe. Get one of those too?

[Don't judge him. Maybe he'd want to custom order something one day! Like a pair of classy heels in whatever size Majima was, just as an example that was entirely unrelated to anything.]

[justbeingknife]

[ "Of course!" said the clerk, sounding rather pleased. She probably had a quota or something, RIP customer service life -- but she was happy to dig out another form for Tim.

Who would, by the way, have an appraising glance cast his way as Majima finished with his form and got his card. ]

You get the rope, I'll buy the rest. Okay with you?

[ Like... Majima was going to keep this stuff at his place anyway, right? He'd pick up the tab, then -- spend some time thinking about how he'd like to use his ill-gotten gains. ]

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[Hey, gotta fill those quotas, right. Tim knew all about the retail grind, he'd done his fair share of shitty cashier jobs. Retail was hell.]

[Tim tried to ignore that look that Majima was giving him, because the back of his neck was already starting to go red and he really didn't want to look like a tomato while they were making this transaction. Besides, maybe he wanted this card for completely legitimate reasons! Maybe he'd need to get another pair of leather pants for work and want to get them custom-fit through this store. Totally legit!]

Yeah, that's, that's fine.

[There was no way that he could keep this stuff at his place, anyway. Tim already had to hide his leather work clothes, just to make sure that Jack wouldn't get any weird ideas.]

If you don't, um, mind storing everything.

wanna wrap this one?

[justbeingknife]

'course not.

[ Maybe Tim could use some custom leather. Food for thought.

The cashier rang up their items, handed out cards, wrapped the goods with pink unicorn stickers to anchor the paper in place, and handed them two bags -- unmarked. So professional! Majima sort of wondered about the unicorns, though?

"Okay! Here you are." ]

Much obliged.