call me out v. 13.0

[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!

Old CR, new CR, assumed CR, canonmates, AU, crossover, whatever, it's all good.

Comments

[thesettingsun]

It's fine, I'm used to being underappreciated.

[clearly they just don't understand his genius]

[aphrodissonance]

That's also unfortunate?

[thesettingsun]

[Opens his mouth. Closes it.]

...I'm pretty sure anything I say will make things seem worse?

[aphrodissonance]

[ half-mantles her wings and gives them a sharp shake to resettle the feathers before she primly tucks them back against her sides. ]

...I could repeat myself, but there's a line between joking about and beating a dead horse. Regardless— so far I am appreciating you very much, even if that may count for much coming from a stranger.

[thesettingsun]

[It means quite a bit, judging by the way he reddens and then perks up a little bit.]

I don't think there's anyone who doesn't like compliments from a beautiful woman.

[aphrodissonance]

[ she perks up right back, her eartufts pricking as she leans forward again to peer at him. that's obvious flattery, of course, but... ]

Perhaps as many as those who don't like compliments from charming men?

[thesettingsun]

[Bouncing a little on the balls of his feet now. He got praised, he got praised-]

So nobody at all!

[aphrodissonance]

I may know someone, but I think his problem is more that none of those who pay him compliments are people he considers beautiful or charming...

[ ...cute. she keeps watching him, intrigued— and then tilts her head and keeps going, so that she's looking at him nearly upside-down like an owl. ]

But I'll admit, I wasn't expecting you to put me in the former category.

[thesettingsun]

You're pretty in not-dragon terms, which means that you're pretty. I don't make the rules.

[aphrodissonance]

[ righting herself ]

There are different types of pretty. Not that I'm disagreeing with you; I'm just understandably not to most people's tastes in women.

[ pausing, before she adds, joking: ]

It's the lack of thumbs, mostly.

[thesettingsun]

Thumbs are overrated. The important thing is kisses.

[He is a simple man with simple tastes, sometimes.]

[aphrodissonance]

But handholding, Dazai.

... I wouldn't call my mouth exactly suited to kissing, either.

[ there are reasons she tries to keep her mouth mostly closed in front of other people. ]

[thesettingsun]

[Considers this.

Stretches up on his tip-toes to smooch, closed-mouthed.]

[aphrodissonance]

[ startles with another weirdly muffled squawk and nearly falls out of her chair. I am assuming there are comfy chair reading areas in the library. poof setting: MAXIMUM

reflexively licking her nose, and then the spot where he'd kissed her? ...either she's got two tongues, or it's forked and the split goes far back. ]

[thesettingsun]

[Trying very hard not to laugh - snrk.]

Sorry, should I have warned you?

[aphrodissonance]

Maybe?!

[ oh that was squeaky. goodbye dignitoh. oh no there's that tell-tale rattling catch in the back of her throat that means her obnoxious vocal charm ability just tried to kick in. she can't hear it, which means the sound-cancelling enchantment in the ribbon around her neck is doing its job, but. embarrassing! ]

I'm— not complaining but that was my first, I am allowed to be flustered—

[ WHERE DID HER COMPOSURE GO. PLEASE COME BACK ]

[thesettingsun]

[Oh. Oh!]

Um, sorry, I didn't realize...

[He scuffs his foot on the floor. Good Job Ruining Everything, Dazai.]

[aphrodissonance]

[ she is still licking a little bit at the spot where he kissed her, like she's trying to chase it. ]

... I don't think I'm complaining about that either— no, I'm sorry, I've put my entire foot in my mouth. Ah—

[ standing up and shaking herself. hard. there's some down floating around now. ]

... "thank you" is what I should be saying. Am saying.

[thesettingsun]

Oh, well, you're welcome.

...Do you want to go somewhere more private?

[They are still in a public room of the library, not the best place for more kisses.]

[aphrodissonance]

... I think I would like that.

[ hopping down out of her chair and trying not to v i b r a t e. or look too expectant. ]

[thesettingsun]

This way.

[He leads her to his room - thankfully not far - where he sits down on his bed. Hi, come join him, it's easier to smooch sitting down than him having to lean down to reach you.]

[aphrodissonance]

[ SHE IS IN A BOY'S ROOM

dithering for a few moments, kneading at the floor before she hops up and leans into his space ]

[thesettingsun]

Miss Iris, may I have the honor of kissing you again?

[He learned to ask this time.]

[aphrodissonance]

[ oh, good boy. her wings are already half-open from hopping up; she stretches them forward, inviting. ]

You may.

[thesettingsun]

[Time for smooches! Still relatively chaste ones - now that he knows she's inexperienced, he'll take care to be more gentle than he otherwise might be.

Also, definitely petting the mane now. Floof.]