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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[bleakdog]

[It's true. He didn't know that. Takiji tells him often enough, but it surprises him every time all the same. Still, he's honest: he shakes his head no, but leans in for another kiss, an indication of acceptance. If Takiji says it, then he believes it must be true.]

You're pretty when you come. [This as he settles in, leaning against Takiji's chest and ready to stay here as long as Takiji wants him. And, of course, blunt as ever.] I'm glad you liked that. I wasn't sure you would.

[crabcanneryship]

[That was too smooth, though Takiji knows Akutagawa's not intending to be smooth. It still makes his cheeks flame red as he wraps his arms around Akutagawa.]

Why wouldn't I like that? You liked when I did it to you... I think.

[Suddenly, despite all the physical evidence to the contrary, he's worried that Akutagawa did not enjoy being given a blowjob from his boyfriend. Takiji is dumb.]

[bleakdog]

What?

[It's such an irrelevant question that for a second Akutagawa is genuinely totally lost. Then he gets it, and blinks incredulously.]

Of course I liked that. I meant the--you know. The clothing. [Takiji don't be a fool??]

[crabcanneryship]

[Oh. Well, now he feels dumb.]

It looks good on you. And you like it. That's the more important thing.