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Call Out Meme: Version 2.0

Edit: I'm going to close this one to new threads now. Feel free to continue old ones, but start all new ones here, please! Thank you!
Since the first one is getting so big, here is a new one! Feel free to continue any thread in the old one, but start all new threads here! Thanks!

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 II
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~~ journal in the subject line! (I have too many Lancers to just go by name! X.x )
♛ 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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[Waver was a little startled by the sudden insistence, but upon consideration he couldn't say he minded too much. His arms rather quickly found their way around Diarmuid's shoulders as he responded in kind.]

[Since Waver's arms are around his shoulders, Diarmuid lets his arms make their way around the other man's waist. He softens the kiss a bit, the initial hardness seeming to have gotten his point across. As if in apology for being so rough, his lips and tongue gently caress Waver's lips before he finally pulls away with a playful nip at the man's top lip.]

Is that a sufficient prize?

Absolutely.

[He leaned his head against Diarmuid's with a softly embarrassed laugh, not entirely sure where to go from there.]

More than sufficient, I'd think.

[Diarmuid smiles at him softly.]

And what would you like as your birthday gift then? And perhaps as an apology for before?

I don't need anything and I certainly don't need an apology. The only selfish desire I have right now is to keep you at my side all day.

Well you were going to get that anyway whether you wanted it or not.

[Diarmuid laughs, then his voice gets softer.]

Are you sure there isn't something else? Big? Small? Selfish or not?

I just...want to be able to enjoy this.

[Because even though he didn't dare say it, Waver knew there was a damn good chance he wouldn't live to see thirty.]

If that is what you really want, you know I will do everything in my power to give it to you.

[He pulls Waver closer and is quiet for a while before adding softly.]

I can guess what you're thinking. Don't. You have many more birthdays coming and we will celebrate all of them.

...that's not fair. Who decided you should be able to read me so easily?

It's not so hard when our worries are so similar. But don't you always tell me we will make it through this together? Now I will tell you the same. Nothing can stop us as long as we are together. Nothing.

Y...yeah. There's no way anyone can defeat us, right?

[Diarmuid looks Waver in the eyes,]

As long as you don't give up and as long as I don't give up, I am confident no one stands a chance against us. We survived that stupid tower, didn't we? We can survive this.

...this conversation topic is a little depressing, don't you think?

[Waver smirked, most if not all of his concern seemingly evaporating.]

Come on. Don't let me make today so bloody miserable.

[Diarmuid laughs, lifting a hand to run it through his hair.]

Right. I'm not doing very good so far, am I? Okay, time to change that. Lets go get breakfast, shall we? We can talk about what you want to do first today while we are eating.

That sounds excellent. Come on, let's go.

By all means.

[Diarmuid motions toward the door.]

You know, I am going to be in trouble if you ever decide you are tired of being my test subject when it comes to food.

[Waver took Diarmuid's hand with a quiet laugh, pulling him lightly out the door.] I've survived my own cooking for this long, so I seriously doubt you could do any real damage.

That is probably a good thing. I was trying some of your local 'delicacies' this time.

[Diarmuid laughs, looking kind of embarrassed.]

I don't know if I was as successful as I have been in the past.

I'm sure it'll just take a little practice. You'll surely be as skilled in cooking as you are in anything else soon enough--I have confidence in you.

Ah...it is not that so much that I worry about.

[Diarmuid runs a hand through his hair nervously.]

It's the state of the kitchen and the things in it. That is what I worry about. I am afraid after today there are a couple of bowls that will never be the same again.

[He actually hopes the smell of melted plastic is gone by the time they get back there.]

[He tried and failed to hold in a laugh at that, bringing a hand to his mouth in a token attempt at stifling it.]

S--sorry--I'm not laughing at you or anything, just...you're much too concerned about inconsequential things. I can replace that sort of thing easily.

[Diarmuid actually seems to...yes, he is pouting at that.]

Maybe it's not those inconsequential things I'm so worried about as it is the fact that it's embarrassing to have so many casualties for such a simple thing?

[Someone should tell him that cooking breakfast isn't a battle...]

You worry too much. With a little practice you won't have any casualties at all.

As you say, as you say.

[Diarmuid motions to the table.]

Why don't you have a seat, birthday boy and I will bring out the food. Since they are suppose to be some of your favorite breakfast things, hopefully at least something will be recognizable.

Don't sell yourself short. I'm sure you've done just fine.

[Waver took a seat and leaned his head on his hand, watching Diarmuid with a small smile.]

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Do you wnat to end this here or actually do some birthday shenanigans?

:|a whichever works for you, i'm up for either

More shenanigans it is! :-D

=3=b

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