I don't want no future, I don't need no past. [threads might be nsfw.]

[noonereally]

【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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hobo-kun

[croibhristeoir]

[Kariya's Servant was passive and calm, requiring very little even when it came to prana levels. It was as if he made a conscious effort to be as little of a burden on his less than healthy Master, spending the majority of time in spirit form unless specifically required. This was the exception rather than the rule, Lancer giving a respectful bow as he materialized to speak in a level yet concerned tone.]

Master, if I might be allowed to speak...you do not look well. Perhaps you should rest.

but I have two hobos... ASSUMING YOU MEAN THIS GUY.

[crawlinginmyskin]

[Part of him appreciates it. That his Servant tries not to be a burden. That this way he can preserve his prana for when it'll matter, for when they'll need it. But at the same time, he hates feeling so weak.

He scowls at Lancer for the tone - so respectful, when he's never been referred to like this by anyone, it throws him off - but doesn't remark on it. Shakes his head, simply, and doesn't bother to straighten where he leans against the wall. Doesn't bother to turn his head to look at Lancer with his good eye, either.]

It won't help.

fffffffffff WHOOPS

[croibhristeoir]

...forgive me, Master. Perhaps I should not have said anything.

[Submissive as ever, Lancer immediately backed off at the sight of that scowl.]

WELP. Now you know. XD

[crawlinginmyskin]

[The submissiveness gets under his skin- ha ha- more than anything. Kariya frowns, dropping his gaze to the floor with a sigh and a shake of his head.

Then he straightens, giving Lancer an almost apologetic look.]

It's fine. You've got a mind of your own, you're allowed to speak up.

i forgot shinji was a dirty hobo okay

[croibhristeoir]

I would first defer to my Master's will above all else.

[It was an almost automatic response, as if he'd rehearsed the exact phrase or something.]

a dirty druggie hobo who headbutts people.

[crawlinginmyskin]

[That's just sad. When you make even the guy being eaten alive from the inside think so, that's definitely sad. He's not even sure what to say to that. Part of him wants to ask how many times he's had to say that in the past. Perhaps he shouldn't. It doesn't matter. But he's too tired to keep in check what he should or shouldn't say.]

Tss. You'd never argue no matter what?

[Makes him wonder, too, where the catch is.]

baseball-chan

[missiles]

Hey! Yamamoto!

[Grit was in the kitchen because he's stuck here doing things for the kid. Not that he minds it at all but man, sometimes, it can really be a pain.]

Breakfast is ready.

((OOC: relationship can be however you want it to be depending on how terrible you feel.))

worms-san

[structuraldefect]

[Woah his yuetsu-dar is off the charts. Kariya, right? The one Tokiomi has issues with?

It can't hurt to say hello. Right?]

So this is where you stay.

[It looks pretty nice. For a gutter.]

see now that's perfectly clear.

[crawlinginmyskin]

[He raises his head slowly. His eyes get caught on the cross a moment - so, someone from the church? Could be more to it. Why does he know him?

He doesn't rise, or greet him, or anything. At least his voice is firm enough when he speaks up.]

What do you want?

i thought so <3

[structuraldefect]

It seems you need the help.

[Simple enough.]

[crawlinginmyskin]

[...he can't deny that.]

...and? What is it to you?

[structuraldefect]

Call me a concerned party, if you like.

[crawlinginmyskin]

[He's got no reason to trust this guy. He doesn't even know who he's talking to, hell.]

Concerned for what?

[He nearly scoffs. Just cocks his head instead.]

CAW CAW MOTHERFUCKER ahem I mean Clint

[not_a_troll]

Hello? Have I made a hack into the right computer system?

[doesntmiss]

or the wrong one.
might want to get out now, in fact.

[not_a_troll]

If it is the wrong one it might be the right one, you see?

Are you familiar with a man called Clint Barton. He likes arrows.

[doesntmiss]

[Something makes him pause. About the choice of words, about the 'tone' if text could have a tone. ...Hmm.]

you're hacking a high security network just to get in touch with someone?

[not_a_troll]

Aye. I have 1337 hacker skills. I wish to contact him, I have not been able to find him.

This is the network of SHIELD, yes?

[doesntmiss]

[Cute. But he can't exactly have someone poking around their servers and possibly messing with stuff. The intrusion's been noticed already, of course. They're trying to find him, trace back the signal.]

you realize hacking can have consequences?

DAT TRASH [action btw]

[fifty_shades_of_rage]

[Well, one certain shitty shark had the nerve to stay in his bed a bit too long after they had wrapped up this business called 'sex'. With a growl Xanxus plants his foot in Squalo's side and literally kicks him out of the bed.]

I do not want my bed to smell like fucking trash. Go find a couch or something.

SHITTY BOSS IS EXCEPTIONALLY SHITTY TODAY I SEE

[unbreakingpride]

[That isn't a nice landing. Ouch. Fuck, you jackass, let him bask a little.

But nope. Not on the agenda. Awkward pile of long limbs and long hair on the floor, now, but he's up quicker than you can blink.]

VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOII what the hell, you ass!

IT IS ALL THE PENT UP SHIT :"D

[fifty_shades_of_rage]

[Xanxus frowns and rubs one ear, expressing that he thinks that Squalo is exceptionally fucking loud right now.]

Cuddle the fuck up to your teddybear or something.

[A roll of his eyes.]

CLEARLY HE MISSED HIS SHARK.

[unbreakingpride]

[He is very intentionally fucking loud right now. Hint: not taken, fuck: not given. On the other hand, what the hell. He snarls,]

Screw you.

[And he storms off. Gathers his pants and his boots and leaves the rest of the clothes so your room will smell like him anyway. WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT? Squalo's leaving, in any case.]

INDEED

[fifty_shades_of_rage]

[Oh really, if Squalo would expect that Xanxus would actually get up from his bed the fucker had to be insane.]

Your fucking underwear is still in my bed, you piece of shit.

[And he reserves a special foot in the face/fist in the stomach for the moment that the other would come up again to get said underwear. Oh fuck yes, he does.]

[unbreakingpride]

So?!

[Nope. Standing at the door. Not coming near that, if he wants the underwear out of his bed he can toss it at him or whatever.]