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[no_kyouken]

[ Majima has been cackling over his phone for a while. He's already one ridiculous picture deep in whatever stupid conversation he's having and he calls her back, ]

Guy says I gotta show him th'goods, babe.

[ He's grinning, this is clearly not some test of his ego. He's just having a fun time being a ridiculous piece of shit. ]

[faectitious]

Do you really have to?

_{[Bruh she thought she was free of being your photographer for the moment. Guess not.]}

[no_kyouken]

Of course not, it's just fuckin' funny.

[ He is still cackling and snorting, it doesn't sound that different from some of the noises the dog makes. ]

Do ya think it's a trap t'tell me how unimpressive my dick is, Airy?

[ This idea really only makes his howling laughter worse, he bends double. He is so deeply amused right now, it's worth it. He works on his belt. ]

[faectitious]

If it was a trap would it make you change your mind?

_{[She knows what the answer is and that's no, it wouldn't.]}

Here, pass me your device again, will you?

[no_kyouken]

[ He fishes it out of the interior pocket of his jacket and extends it before he carries on with dropping trow. First the leather pants and then the soft charcoal grey trunks. He kicks them off, glancing at her: ]

Socks or not socks?

[ Socks and gloves sounds hilarious to him. ]

[faectitious]

_{[She takes the device from him, struggling with holding it before putting a charm on it to make it float. There, much easier.]}

Why do the socks matter? I thought it was just a picture of your crotch?

[no_kyouken]

We're gettin' a whole pose, babe. It's fuckin' artistic.

[ He spreads his hands with theatrical glee. Then he shrugs out of his jacket and poses there for a moment, closed fists at his hips. ]

[faectitious]

Right...

_{[Artistic huh?]}

Are you going to just leave it dangling or are you going to make it, y'know...

[no_kyouken]

[ Watch him wiggle his hips and swing that thing around like he's a fucking teenage boy. ]

He's good how he's hangin'. Lookin' stylish today buddy.

[ He gives it a tender little pat. Now Airy, tell him which of these sentai poses best accentuates his dick. ]

How about this one?

[faectitious]

_{[Whatever you say buddy.]}

Lift your arms up a bit more if you're going to pose like that.

[no_kyouken]

[ Tell me how cute my dick is~ He raises his arms a little further, fingers flexed out for true sentai majesty. ]

I look fuckin' cool right!

[ Just roll with it, he's in a way... ]

[faectitious]

Like a true warrior!

_{[She taps the screen to set off the camera. Snap.]}

[no_kyouken]

Hya!

[ What a fucking dipshit. He comes over as eager as a puppy to inspect this masterpiece. ]

One more, gotta make sure this baby's on point.

[ One more, one more! He resumes his poses with a slightly more jaunty set to his hips and grinning like a fucking jackal. ]

[faectitious]

Oh yes! That's it!

_{[Click. Click. Click. Why is this her life now? Oh well.]}

You should do one on the couch.

[no_kyouken]

[ THAT'S HIS GIRL. His total joy at getting to be ridiculous is effusive, so if nothing else she's really doing her job pleasing her Dominant. He slinks over to the couch to pose with significantly more sex appeal. Long limbs draped for seduction.

He's definitely sending the sentai one, but he can collect a few more for future endeavors. ]

How's my lightin'?

[ Gotta light that saggy cock this right. ]

[faectitious]

_{[She's just doing her job, even if it's absolutely ridiculous. That's all there is to it.]}

Move your arm to the left just a bit. It's casting a shadow.

[no_kyouken]

[ He hums to himself cheerfully, reorganizing his arm and lounging artfully. ]

Couldn't ask for a better photographer, huh.

[ Bitch has hidden talents! ]

[faectitious]

Considering I've only just started taking photographs, I think I do a pretty good job.

_{[At least she thinks she does!]}

[no_kyouken]

Nah, you're a master.

[ He's in a good mood, he will praise her to the sun and back he does not give a fuuuck. ]

Innate talents.

[faectitious]

I was just born with it, I suppose.

_{[Yeah, yeah...praise her! She loves it. She snaps a few more shots.]}

Any other requests?

[no_kyouken]

Yeah, yeah, c'mon.

[ He's got all the stupid props one could ask for, having stuffed the extra bedroom's closet with all of his costumes. He goes to dig around in the supplies, tossing ideas over his shoulder willy nilly and only sometimes landing them on the bed.

Up first is the Officer Majima hat. ]

[faectitious]

_{[She floats behind him quietly, watching as he digs through his collection of various outfits and props. The officer hat is a Choice but hey, it's his vision. She's just the photographer.]}

Any props or just the hat?

[no_kyouken]

[ Still humming to himself tunelessly, he moves over to a dresser filled with other shit. He claims he has a spare bedroom in case Kiryu needs it, but does he really... Handcuffs. He twirls one band around his finger jauntily.

He goes over to the bed, sitting on the side near the window. The handcuffs get dangled on one finger and his smile is sly, sharklike. ]

Don't get t'use the handcuffs enough...

[ He says this like there is anyone other than Kiryu he wants to put them on. The doofus. ]

[faectitious]

Have you even used them before?

_{[She throws him a raised brow, casting her gaze from the handcuffs to his face.]}

[no_kyouken]

[ That turns his grin sharper, good eye darkening. ]

Lil more back in Tokyo.

[ Around here he has a hard time finding people who want to play as roughly as he does, it is exasperating. ]