Call Me Out...Again!

[kinam]

【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, borrow from a meme or wait to see where things go. ♛ a couple of my favorite suggestions: caught in the rain, pillow forts, affectionate physical contact, insomnia, into the woods, hurt/comfort, coffee shop, and of course TFLN, random scenarios and the wheel of memes! Or why not try a quote/picture/lyric prompt? meme code.

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[tookforgranite]

[That stupid (handsome) smirk tells her that he doesn't believe her, and she scowls dark.]

You tell anyone and you're dead, got me?

[This is a serious threat, Natsumi not acknowledging what he said at all. Not that she's ignoring him, and she's actually pretty happy to hear that, but this needs to be set straight first.]

Nobody gets to know that. Not even Hajime.

[seaweedshitlord]

[He doesn't seem intimidated by the threat, though he is slightly taken-aback by the venom in her voice. Huh... this is already more interesting than he could have planned on.]

Your wish is my command... is what I'm supposed to say, right?

[He probably wouldn't tell anyone, anyway?? There's no point and the punishment would outway any potential reward for him.]

[tookforgranite]

As long as it's "I'll keep my mouth shut" I don't care how you say it.

[She doesn't seem at ease just yet, even as the car pulls in to park.]

And don't think I didn't catch the sarcasm there. Are you swearing to keep it to yourself or not?

[She's not stupid, she knows how to get around promises and agreements very well. Saying you agree and then asking if that's what you're supposed to say is exactly that kind of thing. Because it's not actually agreeing, it's just asking if that's what she wants to hear.]

[seaweedshitlord]

I promise not to tell anyone... though you may want to work on your reactions, in the future.

[Once the car is parked, he opens the door and slips out before anyone can offer to open it for him. It's just... how he does it? He's not used to people opening doors for him!]

[tookforgranite]

Tch...

[She typically needs to work on her reactions to everything, and it's something she's aware of. But people don't usually ask her so directly, seemingly out of the blue. Maybe when she's getting sweets for herself but???

But that answer is enough for her. When the driver opens her door, she gets out and seems much more relaxed, leaning against the hood of it with a smile again. Waiting for him to come around to her side.]

We're gettin' a booth seat, that alright?

[seaweedshitlord]

[They were talking about brothers and food preferences!! She should have seen it coming!!

He raises an eyebrow again, but shrugs.]

Sure. Why not?

[They're more comfortable than tables. He nods toward the driver.]

Will he be joining us?

[Is this a chaperoned date...]

[tookforgranite]

[Shut up!!!]

Good.

[She leads the way into the restaurant, the driver staying with the car. That's probably answer enough, but she replies anyway.]

Nah. He'll hang out here. I'll make enough ruckus if something happens that he'll come running.

[But it's probably okay. She's not the heir, so she's not as big of a target as her brother. The menu shows some pretty typical dishes that you'd probably find anywhere in Japan. Nothing fancy, like she said, and the whole restaurant smells like the good food that's cooking in the back. There aren't a lot of patrons, and she points out a booth seat to him.]

Let's order and go get that.

[seaweedshitlord]

Hopefully nothing does.

[Though it might be kind of interesting, too? Maybe he could beat up some thugs or something.

He takes a minute to look over the menu before settling on oyakodon. It's a pretty normal thing to order, but listen... it tastes good so shut up. He'll also get some tea.]

This one, right?

[He'll just head over there and slide in.]

[tookforgranite]

Yeah!

[That's the one. As he does that, she makes her order, paying before heading over to join him. She slides into the booth opposite of him, smiling.]

If you end up wantin' seconds that's fine. I'll buy whatever.

[seaweedshitlord]

Thanks.

[She's the one who asked him on this date, so of course he assumed she was paying. And he assumed she was used to paying for Hajime's dates often enough that he shouldn't even bother offering.

He rests his chin in his hand and looks across the table at her with some curiosity.]

So what now?

[tookforgranite]

Oh, y'know. I figured we could make some small talk. Maybe talk about the weather. It's been pretty nice lately, right?

[Her grin and the tone of her voice says she's teasing. She may have been dating Hajime, but she of course paid some attention to Izuru during that time. And his brother talked about him sometimes too. She doesn't know exactly the extent of a problem he has with boring things, but she knows enough to tease him some.]

[seaweedshitlord]

[He gives her a sour look. He know he's being teased!! And listen, he just gets bored easily. Conversations about the weather? Boring. Gossiping about classmates? Boring. Talking about homework?
Boring. That just exhausted his entire repertoire of practiced conversations with most of his classmates.]

I'd say I could just leave, but you already bought me something to eat.

[tookforgranite]

Aw come on, relax. I hate talking about the weather.

[Unless it's "hey the weather's nice let's go to the beach."]

You ever done any people watchin' before?

[seaweedshitlord]

Sometimes.

[He pauses and frowns, trying to decide how he wants to put it.]

It seems rather invasive, though. If you pay attention, it's not hard to figure out what someone's doing or what they're thinking about. The general gist of things, I mean, not mind-reading.

My brother says I shouldn't make assumptions about other people.

[tookforgranite]

Nah nah, not like info gathering or shit like that. I mean, that can be useful sometimes, but I'm talkin' about something different. Using your imagination. Like...

[She glances out their window, because it's absolutely a window seat even if Ki forgot to mention that, and watches a few people pass by. Eventually she sees one she likes and points them out.]

Okay, see that guy in the big coat? The trench with his collar popped and shit?

[seaweedshitlord]

...

[He frowns, but follows her gaze out the window, nodding once he's spotted the person she's indicated.]

[tookforgranite]

Okay, sooo what do you think he's hiding in that coat? It's pretty warm out to be wearing something like that, and he's got it buttoned up and totally looks like he's sketch, right?

[She rests her chin in one of her hands, glancing over to him.]

Maybe it's some kinda illegal drug. Maybe he's smuggling puppies somewhere. Maybe he's some kinda alien!

[And then her free hand gestures to Izuru.]

Now it's your turn. What do you think?

[seaweedshitlord]

[He frowns again, focusing more intently on him. Natsumi's observations are correct, of course, but they're only the surface details.]

Whatever he has in his coat is mostly along the right-hand size. The hem is just a little lower. That probably means he's left-handed, since it's easier to reach into your jacket with the opposite hand.

He's also wearing a surgical mask. It's more likely that he's buttoned up his coat because he feels cold from illness.

[--What a boring answer. Is it the world that's boring, or him???]

[tookforgranite]

Oh my god, lighten up some.

[It's said with a chuff of laughter.]

The point of this is to just make up ridiculous reasons, or even stories. We're not seriously tryin' to figure it out here. You've got an imagination in that brain of yours, don't you? Use it!

[seaweedshitlord]

Hm.

[He thinks it over, then nods and shrugs. It's a very Hajime-like gesture, accepting the inevitable.]

I think it'd be more interesting to hear the stories you could come up with.

[tookforgranite]

Mmm really? That's not how you play the game you know.

[But she's looking out the window again, giving it a little thought.]

Alright. So he's all buttoned up tight, trying to just get home. It's the afternoon, there're kids everywhere, he just wants to go the fuck home. Tryin' not to draw attention to himself, but it's not because he's some kind of antisocial fuck.

[Attention back on Izuru, one of her hands gesturing a little as she talks.]

Really he is in the business of smugglin' puppies. He's got one hand in his pocket because he's tryin' to keep this little teacup pooch quiet. Just picked him up from a client, needs to get him home and findin' someone to sell him to. But this is the cutest lil' shit you've ever seen. And then--

[She sits up, pausing her story as their orders are delivered. Her dish looks pretty plain, but there's a pink bubbly soda in her cup, and...two strawberry parfaits. Two. One is set aside and the other she picks up a spoon and takes a few bites from, almost whining happily about how delicious it is.]

So good~! This place has my favorite parfaits!

[What were they talking about? Hold on, she needs another bite to help her remember.]

[seaweedshitlord]

[He can be creative! He just doesn't see the point when he could listen to her, instead. It's interesting to see the jumps her logic takes, and how she moves from ridiculous story point to another, equally ridiculous one.

He pauses and looks at the parfaits once they arrive. Really?]

Really?

[Here he is with an actual meal, and she ordered. Parfaits.]

[tookforgranite]

Yeah, really! [You were asking if they were really her favorites, right? Her reply is mumbled around another bite, Natsumi looking just as pleased with this one as she did the last. And then she pushes the parfait towards him, offering out her spoon.]

Try it!

[seaweedshitlord]

I thought you were going to get real food.

[His oyakodon is steaming gently in front of him, and it does smell good. But sure, fine, he'll have a bite of parfait, taking her spoon and trying a bite. His eyes widen slightly, and he makes a quiet noise of appreciation.]

You're right. It is good.

[Then he'll snap his chopsticks and start stirring his actual food.]

I suppose I should offer you some of this.

[tookforgranite]

[She just grins, glad that he agrees. And then she looks a little more eager, sitting up some.]

Ooh, yes please!

[She loves sharing food with friends. Especially potential boyfriends. Which really are the only kinds of friends she shares food with, considering she has no friends.]