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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[mafiadog]

Good night.

[Akutagawa’s sleep will be fitful, but eventually he’ll rest, his headache finally disappearing.

When the sun rises Akutagawa will too, and Chuuya will wake up to a glass of water, a cup of black coffee, and two pieces of toast with butter.]

Chuuya-san. Is this an acceptable meal?

[goatsongs]

[Give him a second to rub the sleep out of his eyes and process what he's looking at.]

...You made me breakfast?

[Why would you make him breakfast?]

[mafiadog]

In a sense. All I did was toast some bread and brew some coffee.

[He sits down on the edge of the bed, eyes fixing on Chuuya.]

As thanks. And as a show of respect.

[goatsongs]

...I'll accept the thanks.

[The respect is kind of weird.]

Have you eaten already?

[mafiadog]

No. I don’t eat much.

[He glances away.]

I actually had a selfish reason for this. That being that I want to see your power. In return I’ll show you mine.

[goatsongs]

[It's not that Chuuya minds, but he's hungry now that food's been placed in front of him.

So he takes a bite of toast, then grabs the book that had been dropped near to his bed. A book that suddenly and with little fanfare turns into a gun.]

's thish.

[Don't talk with your mouth full, Chuuya.]

[mafiadog]

[Akutagawa has seen all manner of abilities, but he’s never seen anything quite like this. He picks up and inspects the gun, handling it carefully so as not to accidentally set it off.]

Do the bullets have any special properties?

[He’ll ask questions, mouthful of toast or no.]

[goatsongs]

[It looks pretty much like a normal handgun designed by somebody with a steampunk aesthetic who liked putting gears on things.]

Not really. Doesn't run out of bullets, which is nice.

[mafiadog]

[It looks cool.]

I see.

[He hands the gun back to Chuuya before standing up off the bed, hands in his pockets.]

Is there anything you’re curious about with my ability?

[goatsongs]

[The gun gets returned to book form, and Chuuya sets it aside for the moment.]

Yeah, do you show it off to everybody you meet or am I just special?

[mafiadog]

[Akutagawa frowns at the question.]

Most people who see Rashōmon don’t live to tell the tale.

[He’ll lash out to knick Chuuya’s cheek with a sharp edge of Rashōmon.]

In a sense, you’re special.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya scowls and wipes the ink off of his cheek.]

Don't cut me for flirting with you, cripes.

[He may be fairly used to getting hurt, but that doesn't mean he likes it.]

[mafiadog]

...I apologize.

[Akutagawa retracts Rashōmon into his coat, cheeks flushing bright red. Flirting? With him?]

...you consider me attractive?

[goatsongs]

Sure. You've got 'tall, dark, and handsome' going for you.

[Maybe a little on the gaunt side, but it's not a dealbreaker.]

[mafiadog]

...handsome?

[He’s heard tall and dark before, but never handsome...

Now Akutagawa is being much gentler when a tiny dragon head emerges from his coat to nudge at Chuuya’s hand.]

You too.

[goatsongs]

[Awww. The tiny dragon head is getting gently petted.]

I don't know enough about your powers to have any specific questions about them, so show them off however you want to that doesn't end in people dying.

[He still kind of needs those.]

[mafiadog]

[For now more tendrils will wrap around Chuuya’s body, but only loosely.]

I have to admit, seeing that you don’t bleed had me convinced that you’re some kind of immortal being. But that isn’t the case, is it?

[goatsongs]

[Is Akutagawa into bondage...]

Nope. That explains more about the 'show of respect' if you thought that.

[Otherwise, why would you ever?]

[mafiadog]

[Could be.]

You’re still very interesting.

[He should leave. How long has it been since he checked in last?]

I’m not opposed to meeting again.

[goatsongs]

What a coincidence, I'm not opposed either.

[Chuuya grabs a piece of paper and pen from somewhere - there's paper all over this room for sudden inspiration flashes when he doesn't feel like getting up - and writes his phone number before handing it to Akutagawa.]

Call me sometime.

[mafiadog]

[Akutagawa takes the scrap of paper and tucks it into his coat pocket for safe keeping. He’ll need to program it into his personal phone later, since he’s only carrying a work phone right now.]

Very well. My thanks for allowing me to stay until I recovered.

[Akutagawa tucks his hands into his pockets before heading for the door.]

See you soon.

[A few days later Chuuya will receive a text from Akutagawa.]

Chuuya-san.

Are you busy?

[goatsongs]

Nope. This is Akutagawa-kun, right?

[mafiadog]

Yes.

I’m contacting you like you asked.

Are you doing well?

[goatsongs]

No worse than usual. What about you?

[mafiadog]

Fine.

To put it simply, I wish to see you again.

Sober, this time.