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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[thetaintedsorrow]

Hah? Oh. Yeah. Dangerous line of work and all.

[It’s just the Mafia. No biggie.

Chuuya yawns. He’s pretty beat. Maybe he’ll shower in the morning.]

Hope you don’t mind sharing a bed.

[thesettingsun]

Not really...

[Maybe a little more than he did before Chuuya said that, but still not too much.

Once Shuji's done cleaning himself up, he climbs into bed. He's ready to drift off any minute now.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Good, because Chuuya immediately attaches himself like a barnacle to Shuji before falling into a deep sleep.

When the morning comes he’s showered and dressed at a decent hour, and of course he has to poke and prod Shuji a bit.]

Oi. Wake up.

[thesettingsun]

Five minutes...

[Shuji is definitely not an early riser. He doesn't even open his eyes.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

OI.

[Shuji just got kicked out of bed. Rude.]

Get up. I’m gonna get charged extra if we go over checkout time.

[thesettingsun]

[OW, the floor is not his friend.]

Okay okay, I'm getting up! Give me just five minutes!

[Since he only has the clothes he wore the day before and the hotel doesn't have his plethora of hair products, his morning routine is much abbreviated. He still has to do that side braid before he emerges from the bathroom, though.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Good.

[Shuji looks hot regardless, and for some odd reason Chuuya isn’t gone just yet. He should really get back to work, but here he is, lingering in a hotel room with a stranger.

He smirks when he sees Shuji emerge from the bathroom.]

You wanna do this again sometime?

[thesettingsun]

Yes.

[...Wow, it's embarrassing how quickly he agrees to get stepped on again. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and holds it out.]

You can put your number in my phone - um, there's a Chuuya there already, just put something after your name so I don't mix you two up.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Embarrassing, but Chuuya certainly isn’t complaining.]

Sure thing.

[He could dismiss the Chuuya thing as pure coincidence until he saw the last name listed on the contact page...]

The hell? Why is my full name in here?

[thesettingsun]

[Welp, there goes any chance of this being a coincidence.]

Nakahara Chuuya is his name.

[If Chuuya looks, there's a lot of names he might recognize, both from the mafia and the detective agency... not to mention 'Akutagawa-sensei ♥ ♥ ♥' with the heart symbols included.

One notable absence is any form of 'Dazai'.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

...the hell?

[All of these names...he recognizes almost each and every one. But...Akutagawa-sensei?? What?? Shuji is older than Akutagawa, surely. But then there’s the other Chuuya...]

Do you have pictures of these other people? I know their names.

[thesettingsun]

There should be some in my photos...

[There are plenty of pictures of weirdos in his photos! But none of them are weirdos Chuuya would recognize.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

...this is fucking bizarre.

[He doesn’t recognize any of them. They’re kinda handsome, though...

It’s probably just a coincidence...]

Anyway. Call me next time you want a nice, hard fuck.

[How blunt.]

[thesettingsun]

[Blunt works to get his mind off of how weird that just was.]

I will. Definitely I will.