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]

[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.

[goatsongs]

You'll have to settle for modestly tipsy, but sure. Where should we meet?

[mafiadog]

I meant myself, but it’s appreciated.

I’m not entirely sure. Where would you like to go?

I’m willing to pay.

[goatsongs]

Art museum? The tickets are cheap and there's an exhibit I've been meaning to check out anyway.

[mafiadog]

I enjoy art.

Very well.

Shall I pick you up or shall we meet there?

[goatsongs]

Let's meet there. 1 PM sound good?

[mafiadog]

Yes.

See you there.

[Akutagawa will arrive right on time at the museum, hands in his pockets as he waits outside the front doors. He truly does enjoy art, as well as Chuuya’s company, so this should prove entertaining enough.]

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya's on time or a little early. Since he rarely does outings that don't involve getting drunk, he's dressed up for the occasion. It's his definitely-not-a-date outfit.]

Yo, Akutagawa-kun.

[mafiadog]

[Meanwhile Akutagawa looks the same as always, wearing that ridiculously extra coat of his. He nods at Chuuya (oh, he looks good like that) in greeting before pulling out two tickets to the exhibit.]

Greetings, Chuuya-san.

[He gestures towards the front doors.]

You had a special piece in mind you wanted to see, correct?

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya nods, and leads Akutagawa in to to the museum, getting more and more excited as he explains.]

There's an exhibit on the Dadaist movement including a lot of the French works that influenced me when I was finding my own style - L'harmonie nait du chaos is on display as well as Rencontre dans la porte tournante-

[Today Akutagawa learns that Chuuya lights up when he's talking about art, and also that he can pronounce French titles effortlessly.]

[mafiadog]

[Akutagawa is definitely well-versed in art, but he’s still quite impressed that Chuuya can pronounce those names so effortlessly. Not to mention that he’s adorable when his face lights up like that.]

Do you participate in other forms of art than writing?

[As they near the exhibit, Akutagawa will let Chuuya take the lead.]

I’d like to hear about them.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya has never been adorable in his life, excuse you.]

Me? I sing, but it's just a hobby. My poetry's more impressive, trust me.

[He's not a bad singer, he just isn't amazing.]

[mafiadog]

[He’s totally adorable right now.]

Do you? I’d like to hear that.

[Akutagawa glances around at some of the pieces, taking in the sights.]

I do calligraphy on occasion.

[goatsongs]

[Sights: art. Mostly surreal, nonsensical pieces. There's a notable dearth of plaques explaining what this piece and that piece represents, since that sort of goes against the nature of Dadaism, but there are plaques talking about the movement as a whole.]

I'll sing for you if you show me your calligraphy, how's that sound?

[mafiadog]

Deal.

[Honestly no one has ever asked to see his work before, but he can’t say that he minds. It’s far different from anything in this museum, but still art in its own way.]

I would like to read your poetry as well sometime.

[He walks along, stopping to glance at a particularly absurd painting.]

Sometimes I’m not entirely sure what constitutes “art”.

[goatsongs]

Don't say that so loudly in an art museum, you'll get in a debate with someone and we'll be here for another hour.

[Trust him, it's happened before.]

Dada's supposed to be "anti-art" anyway. I could talk about how the movement formed as a response to the war and the cultural conformity associated with it, but you don't want to hear me go on about that, I'll never shut up.