" well, they do say opposites attract... " from majima :3
//. @holycircle // grumpy-sunshine // majima
Time away from Kamurocho was time well-spent, especially if it meant time spent with Majima, an occurrence so rare it was all but met with child-like glee every time it happened. Majima’s fingers curled around his own were comfortably warm, and he doesn’t mind that he’s a couple steps ahead, almost pulling him along the cool grass fields of their current stay--far away from the major cities. Wearing one of Majima’s shirts, Reijiro is content to consign himself to laziness as warranted, allowing their grips to loosen and depart as he stops while Majima continues in the trek, taking a moment to look westward to his left to gaze upon the horizon, the sun beginning its gradual descent into the far-off ocean and turning the sky a warm glow of orange and pink.
❝ It is true, magnetically at least, ❞ the tea is the right temperature when he eventually settles, having sprinted effortlessly across the gently swaying grass to catch up with his partner. Their home away from home is clean, almost to a painful degree with each and every detail analyzed and corrected by himself. The habits he adopted as a doctor, he accidentally brought home with him--blood replaced by dust and dirt. A nice change; Reijiro enjoyed keeping a clean house. He takes a sip and closes his eyes in a slow, delayed blink. Such a warm, subtle flavor. He savors it for a moment before taking Majima’s beer bottle and pouring a brief splash into his cup with the rest of his tea.
❝ I don’t think we’re all that opposing though, ❞ he takes his spoon and stirs the beer into the tea. He pays Majima a glance before taking a sip, ❝ In fact, I think we’re very similar. In a lot of ways. We’re opposing in ways that allow us to interlock together, and the rest of us gel together like an agreeable adhesive. The key difference--other than the obvious; you like to fight, I don’t--is that you have a much harder time letting yourself show. And that’s okay. ❞ It’s not often at all that Reijiro gets this deeply personal in his dialogue. If anything, he typically leaves these topics for Majima to come to him on when he’s ready, no matter how rare or unlikely such a scenario seemed. He sips his beer tea. The sip becomes a full guzzle until his cup is empty. When he’s done, he pushes the tea away, setting the spoon across the saucer.
❝ You’re a much kinder, gentler person than you give yourself credit for; than you allow yourself to be. I love you the way you are. I’ve always loved you, no matter what mask you chose to wear. Even before you adopted madness as your sword and shield both, there was always this... air about you that drew me to you. I cherish every time I manage to coax that part of you out of his shell. ❞ He leans close, brushing his lips against Majima’s, the tip of his nose nuzzling. He smiles against Majima’s lips, and he speaks again, his whisper gradually interrupted by quiet laughter, ❝ Although, I do like the idea of people thinking I have some kind of control over the Mad Dog of Shimano... it makes them fearful of me and they leave me alone while I'm out doing errands. ❞
