call me out v. 11.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

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[goatsongs]

Figured you'd say something like that, Akutagawa-kun. You're probably a lot than me, the -kun is appropriate.

[Because he knows Akutagawa's about to complain.]

[mafiadog]

You don’t look much older.

[Looks can be deceiving of course.]

Fine. It works.

[He’s finished off another drink, and now he’s feeling tipsy.]

Chuuya-san...my coworker...is hellbent on drowning himself in alcohol to forget the man that both wronged us.

[goatsongs]

Thirty years old.

[And he'll insist on that no matter how young he looks.]

Aaah, so it's that kind of drinking? That might actually work, better than mine does anyway. Good luck to him.

[mafiadog]

I suppose.

[Akutagawa would rather face his problems head on instead of drowning them in liquor, but Chuuya isn’t Akutagawa.]

I plan on becoming intoxicated tonight. Do you have drink recommendations besides sake?

[goatsongs]

You bet I do.

[Chuuya knows more about alcohol than I ever will so blah blah, drinks if you want it to actually taste good, drinks if you want to get drunk quickly, cheaper drinks, a whole wealth of knowledge here.]

That help any?

[mafiadog]

Yes.

[But he might just stick with his Black Russian because he’s stubborn. Oh well.]

...I don’t suppose you know a Dazai Osamu.

[goatsongs]

[Then why did you even ask...

Chuuya puffs out a sigh.] Unfortunately, I do. Another coworker.

[mafiadog]

I see. The Dazai-san I know was once my teacher.

[Oh boy...he’s totally drunk now...]

He never noticed me unless I disappointed him.

[goatsongs]

The Dazai I know is the one trying to get "Akutagawa-sensei" to notice him.

[It's kind of pathetic, but he's not going to say that right now.]

Not that he ever actually taught him anything.

[mafiadog]

Akutagawa-sensei...?

[He kind of likes the sound of that...]

Ah. Did you have transportation home after this?

[goatsongs]

I was planning on walking.

[You know, after dark, while mostly drunk, in an area of Yokohama frequented by members of the mafia.]

Why?

[mafiadog]

I could arrange transportation for you. Both of us, actually, as compensation for your time.

[Even being drunk doesn’t change that overly formal speech.]

I’m still enjoying our drinks at the moment, however.

[goatsongs]

'Both of us'? Are you inviting yourself over to my place?

[Not that Chuuya would necessarily say no...]

[mafiadog]

That wasn’t what I meant, no.

[He’s really feeling the booze now, swaying on his seat as he narrows his eyes at Chuuya.]

You’re very attractive.

[goatsongs]

[Flattery will get you everywhere, Akutagawa.]

You're not half bad yourself. I accept.

[mafiadog]

I just said-

[The second he stands up from the barstool his head swims, and he plops back down on the stool with a groan, clutching his head.]

...very well.

[Akutagawa calls them a cab, and as soon as they’re inside he curses.]

I got carried away. Nonetheless. Where do you live?

[goatsongs]

[Akutagawa really doesn't look like someone who can hold his drink, and in this situation, you can judge a book by its cover.]

Yokohama Central Library. You can crash in my room for the night.

[Don't worry too much about why he lives in a library.]

[mafiadog]

Right. The library.

[The driver knows where to go, and soon enough they’re at the library, Akutagawa keeping himself steady by leaning all over Chuuya.]

Your room...where is it...there’s books everywhere...

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya sighs and tries to take Akutagawa's hand to lead him/make sure he doesn't fall over.

He passes through an 'employees only' door without hesitation, then opens one of the many doors in this hallway into what looks like a relatively standard bedroom.]

It's only got the one bed, sorry.

[mafiadog]

Ah.

[Akutagawa is finally able to let go of Chuuya and stumble over to the bed before plopping down on the edge, cheeks flushed from the alcohol.]

Where are you going to sleep?

[Wow rude.]

[goatsongs]

[Seriously rude. Chuuya takes off his hat and sets it aside, before plopping down on the other side of the bed.]

Goodnight.

[mafiadog]

[Akutagawa blinks slowly as Chuuya crawls into bed with him, and he realizes that he hasn’t even taken his shoes off yet.

He slips them off before lying on his back to stare up at the ceiling. What is he doing? Sleeping with a complete stranger? Not that he couldn’t defend himself if need be...]

You’re not going to ask me for anything? Favors?

[goatsongs]

I'm going to ask you to stop talking so I can sleep.

[Chuuya kicks his shoes off and settles down on his side, with his back to Akutagawa.]

[mafiadog]

You don’t want sex?

[Isn’t that how these things usually go...?]

[goatsongs]

Didn't you already say you weren't actually offering?

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