call 'em out

[kidcomrade]

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.


 

♛ refer to the list above for active muses. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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[escarabajo]

[Jaime's forgiven you for the kneeing, Cyuss.

Mostly, anyway.

But this is still... pretty awkward, yeah; he can tell that Cyuss is on edge (even without the Scarab shouting vital signs at him) and it's setting him on edge and he already was kind of nervous because what is the proper etiquette for talking to a guy who got drunk and kissed you once or twice oh God he can't do this--]

Uh.

[GET IT TOGETHER, JAIME.]

Not sure. It all sounds pretty good... d'you know what you're getting yet?

[stripedbiceps]

[They'll heal someday, Jaime.

Hopefully.

He scratches the back of his neck. Now that he's ordered a drink, yeah, he has to order food. It's not like he wanted to be here, but when your universe spits you out and you end up in Jaime's...it's definitely his fault. Somehow. Not Cyuss's, Jaime's. He isn't even sure what's going on, really.]

You'd probably know what's good more than I do. I'm not exactly from around here.

[escarabajo]

[Lunch is going on, Cyuss! A very awkward lunch, but lunch nonetheless. Passing waitresses are giving "that hot guy with weird hair and cool tattoos" furtive glances and it's making Jaime a little uncomfortable, but he's pretending not to notice. (Seriously, you're in the DC universe, girls, this can't be the most unusual thing you've seen.)

...It probably is his fault, though, so he's going to be helpful with the food.]

Well, what kind of meat do you like? And are you cool with spicy food? There's a lot of stuff to choose from.

[stripedbiceps]

I can handle anything. I just wanna make sure I get what's best.

[And try not to think too hard about the fact that the people at the table next to him have these giant margaritas--fruity drinks are even better than booze, not that he ever tells anyone that.]

You just...wanna order for me? As long as there's plenty of meat, it'll be fine.

[Cyuss is just glad they're not commenting on his ears, like some people have. He hates having to stuff his tail down his own pants, though. It's the worst feeling in the world.]