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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[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...

[bigcountry]

Starvin'.

[That is, after all, why he asked Diarmuid to go get food but he didn't need to bring that up. When he got the call, he moved quickly over to the door to open it and hold it open for him, holding an arm open.]

Geeze, you sure you got enough?

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid shrugs as well as he can with his arms so full.]

You weren't very specific about what you wanted and I had time. Why not get a good variety? I am sure none of it will go to waste.

[For some reason, Grit strikes him as a guy who can eat a lot. He passes a bag with a couple of bottles of alcohol in it to the other man.]

I think I have the rest balanced. Just...direct me.

[bigcountry]

Time and money, clearly.

[He laughed and took the bottles of alcohol and began to walk towards the back and unlocked a door to a large spiral staircase made of metal.]

Careful goin' up these. Y'sure you don't want me to carry more?

[oathshackledbird]

I will be fine...

[Diarmuid motions for Grit to go up the stair in front of him.]

...as long as I don't have to stop and you have no pets that will try to kill me by dashing down the stairs anyway. Being well-balanced is part of my job.

[He really would appreciate a warning if there is a chance of death via pet in his future, though...]

[bigcountry]

[He quickly moves up the stairs.]

Nah, no pets. Used to have a cat but that was a while back so you're fine.

[He moves to open the upstairs door to a very small apartment. Fortunately, there's no bed out in the open but it's not huge.]

This is my home.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs softly as he makes it to the top of the stairs.]

I am sure it's beautiful, though I can't see much at the moment. If you would please...

[He tries to look around the food in his arms without much success.]

...directions to a table?

[bigcountry]

Ah, right right.

[He moves further in.]

Walk a bit further forward and make a left, you'll bump right into it.

[Because how else is he supposed to describe that?]