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]

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.

[mafiadog]

I see. Then I’ll have to have you tell me about it over tea sometime.

[They continue perusing the gallery for a while until there’s really nothing left to see, and afterwards Akutagawa is actually feeling rather content.]

Would you like to go anywhere else?

[goatsongs]

[Akutagawa actually does want him to go on about it? ...Huh.]

Ice cream? I'll treat you this time.

[mafiadog]

[Ice cream...when’s the last time he even ate ice cream?

He nods, trying to remember anywhere close that sells ice cream.]

I would enjoy green tea flavor.

[goatsongs]

Green tea it is.

[And faaaast forward, Chuuya buys Akutagawa a large size of green tea ice cream and himself a large of vanilla. He may not have asked Akutagawa what size he wanted.]

[mafiadog]

[That’s...a ton of ice cream. Still, Akutagawa takes it, looking forward to tasting the cool, sweet treat.]

Thank you.

[Akutagawa takes a bite of the ice cream, and...]

It’s delicious.

[High praise coming from him.]

I thought you might enjoy chocolate.

[goatsongs]

Not that I don't enjoy chocolate, but my favorite foods are pretty plain. People are always surprised.

[In this sense, he's completely opposite to the other Chuuya.]

[mafiadog]

I see. Vanilla is a classic flavor.

[Oh god there’s so much...he’s getting brain freeze...]

I’m not...certain I can finish this.

[goatsongs]

That's no good. If we're close to your home you could save it in the freezer, or I could share it with you?

[He's making short work of his own ice cream. For a tiny person, Chuuya packs away a lot of food.]

[mafiadog]

...perhaps sharing is the best way.

[He doesn’t want it to melt, after all. He hands the cup over to Chuuya to let him finish off what’s left, licking his lips of the sweet, sticky cream left on them.]

I’d like to try other flavors sometime.

[A beat.]

With you.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya smiles in return, before quickly finishing the remainder of the ice cream. After setting the cup down, he reaches out to wipe up one last bit of ice cream that had escaped at the corner of Akutagawa's mouth.]

Missed some.

[And he licks the ice cream off his thumb.]

[mafiadog]

[Well then. That’s as sexy as it is embarassing, and Akutagawa blushes when he catches a glimpse of Chuuya’s tongue.]

...where did you want to go after this?

[His mind is in the gutter now, god help him.]

[goatsongs]

I've got no plans. Where do you want to go?

[Akutagawa's cute when he blushes. Cuter than usual.]