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Call Out Meme: Version 5.0

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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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...]

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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

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.

[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...

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?

[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.

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?

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...]

[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.

[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?

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?]

Thanks...

[Diarmuid flashes him a grateful smile and then follows the directions he's been given. Of course, he doesn't bump into the table so much as gracefully avoids it at the last second. Once his arms are empty, he sighs in relief and finally takes a moment to look around the apartment.]

It is a very welcoming apartment, though I get the feeling you doing have a lot of company up here, do you?

[Or...maybe he does, on second thought, considering how easily he had invited Diarmuid up...]

Not really.

[He laughs a bit and moves to put the alcohol on the table, getting a corkscrew for the wine.]

Not really interested in havin' a ton of guests, y'know? I don't really have the money to host so I feel bad for makin' everyone come over.

[Hey, what can he say. He likes to make exception.]

You want a drink?

I wouldn't have brought so much if I didn't.

[Diarmuid searches through the alcohol and pushes a bottle of whiskey off to the side.]

I'm not really in the mood for wine, though. This will do. Hopefully, you have a few nice glasses we can use? Or at least something interesting?

[It's a weird quirk of his. Odd drinking glasses...]

Oh, well.

[He still wants wine so forgive him for popping it open and pouring himself a glass as he dug through and just shook his head.]

I pretty much only have a few wine glasses for that, if that's okay with you.

[Diarmuid waves a dismissive hand, though there is just a bit of disappointment in his eyes for a moment.]

That's fine unless you just want to drink from the bottles tonight.

[He laughs and then starts to unpack the food from the many bags he was carrying. Hopefully, Grit likes leftovers because he is going to probably be eating them for a long time...]

If I ever come back, perhaps I will have to bring some of my fun glasses...

I'm not against that. Only later in the evenin' when we're both already completely in the bag and don't want to worry about cleaning glasses.

[He chuckles, and looks back at the table.]

Mmm, let's see if I can get that if to a when. [Letting out a laugh.]

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