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]

[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.]

[mafiadog]

...my apartment.

[Can’t get more blunt than that.]

If you’re so inclined. I wouldn’t force you.

[goatsongs]

[Definitely blunt. Chuuya's surprised for about half a second, before he smiles.]

Lead the way.

[mafiadog]

[Akutagawa nods, cheeks still burning as he walks with Chuuya to his apartment. Normally he’d be a bit more hesitant to invite someone over to his home, but he feels like if Chuuya were going to attack him, he would’ve done so by now.

Once they’re inside he gestures to a nearby couch.]

Tea or coffee?

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya wouldn't attack Akutagawa, because he's not a moron.

He takes a seat on the couch, and considers telling Akutagawa that he doesn't have to treat him like a house guest while hooking up with him.]

Tea's fine.

[He doesn't say that, because he's not a moron.]

[mafiadog]

[Akutagawa is glad that he’s not a moron. He’d much rather fuck than fight, anyway...]

One moment.

[He sets some tea to brewing, and before long returns to the living room with two cups in hand. He gives one to Chuuya before taking a seat next to him.]

...I’m assuming you know why I asked you here.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya takes a sip of tea - not bad at all.]

If it wasn't because you want to sleep with me, this is going to get pretty awkward.

[mafiadog]

[Akutagawa blushes deeply and sets his tea down on the table nearby.]

No, that’s precisely the reason.

[But he’s awkward and unsure of how to start things off.]

[goatsongs]

[Poor Akutagawa. Chuuya will just have to lead here.

He sets his tea down.]

Want to show me to your bedroom? Your couch is comfy and all, but for anything more involved than a blowjob you probably want a bed.

[...he can't resist teasing Akutagawa a little, but it's still true.]