Call Out Meme: Version 5.0

[oathshackledbird]

Edit: Closing this one out for now. Please put all new threads here! Thanks!
Fifth verse same as the first... It's new 'Call Me Out" Time!




【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 V
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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o7 Coming right up! :-D

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid blinks in surprise when he is greeted so soon after stepping into the store. Even with the bell, usually in places like this whoever is watching the store is away from the desk, helping someone else or otherwise busy. It always gives him the chance to slip away to whatever section he wishes without actually needing to talk to anyone.

Not here apparently. Oh well, if he's recognized, he's recognized and if he's not, he's not. It's not like that many people are probably watching his face while he's on stage anyway. Backup dancers, no matter how good, aren't suppose to be the center of attention, even though he has been a time or two when the musical talent booked for the night has been particularly lackluster.

But that is neither here nor there. Diarmuid slides his hands into the pockets of his jeans and tilts his head down slightly so his golden eyes can peek up over the tops of the sunglasses he's wearing.]

Where do you hide your books on Ancient History? Specifically Irish and Scottish.

ur da best

[bigcountry]

[It's always been his goal to help whoever he can as fast as he can. And it just so happens that he's fortunate enough to see this man. He chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee before standing up. Over six feet tall, he steps from behind the counter.]

Mm, lemme see... I should have a few things on the subject.

[He doesn't outright recognize the person but he never does watch television or music videos, as shown by the smooth music that rolls through here, filling up any empty space with just some nice sweet music. Simple and not too overpowering.]

Anythin' in particular? I mostly keep used books here, fair warning.

[Heading over to a tightly packed shelf marked 'history' and reading the spines.]

:-D

[oathshackledbird]

Used books have the most character. It's fine.

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow as he follows the man. He's not short himself at just over six foot and this guy is even taller than he is. Not what he would have expected to find in a book store.

There's not much typical about this book store, is there? It's actually kind of a nice change.]

I'm not really looking for anything specific. Just something I don't already have. Used books are better for that anyway. If it's too new, I probably already own a copy.

8D!

[bigcountry]

Just lettin' you know. Some people don't get it, y'know?

[He's not that much taller than Diarmuid but, he still has to look down to meet those beautiful gold eyes. Not that he wouldn't have minded getting to his knees to look into them. He could be lost forever in those things.

But, he could be much more lost in looking for books in particular. Even he needed a step ladder to get up to the highest shelves.]

Big collector then? Hopefully I've got somethin'...

[He hums a bit, and pulls out a few smaller books, holding them downwards. They're old and a bit dusty, but definitely in good shape.]

No one ever wants the books up here so I never get a chance to clean 'em. Sorry for the dustiness.

[oathshackledbird]

That is fine. Let them be ignorant. It leaves the better books for those of us who will appreciate them.

[Diarmuid takes the books he is handed, not bothered by the dust at all. It's something he's grown used to during his years of collecting.]

I suppose you could say that, though I just buy what I like. I don't know if that makes me a big collector or not.

[The first few books don't really seem to catch his eye and he sets them aside. The third, however, proves more interesting. Diarmuid slides his sunglasses up into his hair so he can look closer at it.]

This one is part of a set. Do you know if you have the other book?

[bigcountry]

That's how I got all of these books. And I've read most of 'em.

[He continues to look through the books. Now that he knows it's a set, he's looking for the rest of them after making sure.]

Not off the top of my head... these are some old books. I think I got them when I was really young.

[He hums lightly.]

Are you in a rush today? Cause if you are, I can call you when I find it.

[oathshackledbird]

I am in no rush. There isn't a show this week.

[Diarmuid says this almost absentmindedly, returning his attention to the book in his hands. It's obvious that it has really gotten his attention. In fact, as Grit continues to look, Diarmuid looks around them and, spotting no chair, proceeds to sit down cross-legged on the floor so that he can prop the book in his lap to start reading more closely.

Yep, it looks like he is willing to wait just as long as it takes.]

[bigcountry]

[Well, that's a new piece of info. He's going to have to talk about that when he gets down from here. But for now, he keeps looking. Pulling book after book aside, he, after a few minutes, started to climb down with a large pile of books in his hands. All similar to the ones Diarmuid was currently reading.]

It's a larger set then we thought.

[A total of six was placed on an end table.]

Not bad, right?

[oathshackledbird]

Not at all...

[Diarmuid looks up at Grit from where he is sitting.]

This one is proving quite informative already. I am sure the others will be just as good. Thank you for taking the time to find them all.

[He closes the book and then rises to his feet gracefully and without the use of his hands. This one apparently has some strong legs and some good balance.]

What do I owe you?

[bigcountry]

Hey, no problem. It gave me a good reason to dust.

[And... you know... a good reason to spend a day with someone like this. Someone with strong legs and a good body. Sorry, Grit's going to be ogling him right now. Secretly.]

Well, lemme think... I can probably part with them for... let's go with thirty. Five dollars a book.

[He hummed a little bit.]

Or is that too much for you?

[oathshackledbird]

Hardly, you're cheating yourself. Just one of them is worth more than that.

[Diarmuid pulls his wallet out and hands a card to him. Ogling? He's used to it and and though he does try to avoid being recognized, his body unconsciously shifts to give a better view.]

You need to take at least $300 and I would feel better if you took $600.

[Money is obviously not an issue here.]

[bigcountry]

...I'll cut you a deal.

[He takes the card and holds it between two fingers.]

$450 for the books.

[He chuckles lightly.]

And $150 for a date tonight. Your treat.

[Never say he doesn't get what he wants. And what he wants is the opportunity to get to know him better.]

[oathshackledbird]

A...date?

[Diarmuid blinks at him in surprise. Where had that come from?]

Why...would you want that...? Is this just because you recognize me and want to be seen with a famous face?

[He really had hoped he'd avoided that this time around...]

[bigcountry]

...Hm...

[He looked at his face carefully and rubbed his chin.]

Nope. No idea who you are.

[He started to put the books in a bag.]

And besides that, if I cared who you were, I would have been fawnin' all over you from the start, don't you think?

[Just a thought.]

[oathshackledbird]

You...would be surprised at some of the people I have run into and the tricks they pull to get my attention.

[Diarmuid sighs.]

What do you have in mind?

[He hasn't made any decisions yet, but he also has no plans for the night either besides reading his new books...]

[bigcountry]

Fortunately, I ain't one of those people.

[Grit chuckled.]

Seeing as you're so worried about getting caught, why don't we have dinner at my loft?

[He points to the ladder in the back.]

Just right upstairs.

[oathshackledbird]

[A surprisingly grateful smile crosses his face. Diarmuid...might be a bit too trusting of someone he just met or he might just be really hopeful. Who knows...]

I appreciate that. It...gets tiring sometimes. And...that would be okay.

[He looks in the direction indicated and nods.]

I just didn't think your idea of a fun 'date' would include listening to a bunch of fans cooing over me for several hours...

[They always come in packs, he swears. None of the other dancers have to put up with this. Why does he?]

[bigcountry]

I figure it does if you're so worried about me tryin' to date you for your 'fame'.

[It might be because he has a really good body, actually. Fame is sort of... something he doesn't really care about. Although more business to his bookstore is always a plus.]

It's not. That's my idea of a good sales day, tho'.

[He chuckles.]

Why don't you go get something for dinner while I close up? I'll be done in about an hour and we can have some fun.

[oathshackledbird]

It's only a good sales day if they actually buy things.

[A smile brightens his expression slightly and then he nods and returns his sunglasses to his face. They aren't a very good disguise considering it's his body most people know, but...]

Is there something you want me to pick up, or don't? I don't know if you have any allergies or dislikes...

[Isn't he a courteous one? It's no fun if your date dies from an allergic reaction to supper...]

[bigcountry]

I'm sure you could sell them something.

[He laughs a little bit at the glasses. How classy.]

Eh, pick up what you like. I'm good with everythin'... except super spicy.

[He hums a bit.]

And if you were gonna insist on spending money, I'm gonna expect a good date.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid nods in agreement with the request until Grit's last statement, then he freezes, muscles tensing and eyes growing cold. His hands close tightly around the books he has purchased.]

Lets get this straight right now, so you don't have the wrong idea going into this. I am not a slut or a whore despite my line of work. My idea of a fun date is food and talk. If you want more than that...find someone else to keep you company tonight.

[bigcountry]

[Grit sighed and shook his head.]

Let's try to keep your head outta the gutter for a moment. Food, wine, and talk. You're paying for the food and wine. I expect it to be good. That's all I meant by that.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid relaxes slightly, though there is still wariness in his eyes.]

You really must not recognize me if you don't expect my mind to go there when money and the mentions of a 'good date' are in the same sentence together.

[He shrugs and turns to walk way.]

I'll be back shortly.

[bigcountry]

Like I said. No idea who you are, and I don't really care so long as you buy me dinner.

[He chuckled a bit, smiling at him.]

Sounds good.

[He quickly wrote out his number on a sheet of paper.]

Call me when you get back. I'll come let you in.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid takes the number, looking at it for a moment to memorize it and then slips the paper into his pocket.]

I'll see you in a little while then. I hope you are hungry.

[He smiles at Grit and then heads out the door. A short time after closing, the man's phone rings.]

Hey, I'm back and...I could use another set of arms if you are free...