RP WITH ME(ME) 2023 REMIX

[hissarfcaws]

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ refer to the list above for active(?) somewhat less rusty dubiously existent muses... or pick someone else from my full muselist, you goddamn lunatic. i make no promises. ♛ 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. ♛ need a prompt? whoa hey look a random scenario meme go steal from that you nerd. ♛ i am chronically bad at keeping up with psls but i will try my best meme code.

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you know why i'm here.

[eidxiety]

[Ain has a new hobby.

Unfortunately for Add, Ain's new hobby is trying to see how much he can get away with in terms of getting a rise out of him before he winds up either decked or electrocuted or both. Why Ain does anything is a mystery to everyone, frankly, and a mystery to himself as well; lately, there's just something funny in the way Add reacts to things.

Truth be told, said new hobby started out as a complete accident, though considering Ain's track record for annoying the shit out of everyone he can, that may or may not be believable. It had been a stray touch while Ain was healing a mild injury — right hand over the actual wound itself, magic humming, while his left had wandered absent-mindedly to brace against Add's thigh. He's known for years now that Add isn't someone who's exactly fond of touch, but by Ain's measure, the energy between them had seemed odder than normal after he realised exactly where his hand was.

As if their usual energy isn't odd already, but still. Confiding in each other one day, getting into a verbal altercation the next. Ain's accepted at this point that that's what friendship with Add looks like in general... but still. Something had stirred that day, and for anyone normal, they might figure out what it is. For Ain? He's pretty sure this is just new awkwardness to an already-awkward friendship. Funny, as stated.

So, the next few times he gets an opportunity to heal Add, he's sure to see what else he can do to fluster — like running a hand through Add's hair with the excuse that he's making sure he got "all of the injuries", or sitting way closer than necessary to heal light cuts. Eventually, he stops veiling the flirting actions behind the excuse of injury from battle, and just starts doing whatever the hell he wants. At some point, Add will toss him out a window and he'll deserve it. Maybe today's that day...

Because, the next time the group has actual downtime — sitting around and lounging for once instead of preparing to hit the road type downtime — Ain makes a point in skipping over every other possible empty seat available, plops down next to Add so that they're thigh-to-thigh, cracks open a book that he's not entirely dedicated to finishing, and flops his head over onto Add's shoulder.

A perfectly normal thing to do, you know, when you're Totally Not flirting with someone.]

i hate them so much

[psychokinesia]

[Not even five minutes prior to this Elesis stopped to ask him why he was checking his diagnostics in the middle of the living room. Obviously, he told her to shut the fuck up and mind her own business. Who says he can't use the living room, huh? The lighting is better here! It's his living room, too! Fuck off!!

Which is why, of course, he doesn't stand up and leave when Ain abruptly decides to sit down and cuddle up to him. There's still a reaction—an involuntary jolt, both figurative and literal, hands and thought processes freezing up completely as he stares through the holoscreen in front of him—but he doesn't move an inch. No, it's more like he can't... even the tiniest movement could be interpreted as a sign of weakness. An all-too-familiar game of pushing the boundaries, one in which Ain has proven himself a formidable opponent. It's a game he feels he's lost too many times already.

No more. This time, Add will be declared the ultimate victor. Ain's reign of terror ends today.

Add exhales slowly, steeling himself for his first move. Stay focused. Don't lose your cool. It's too early to let him get to you... just take things slow and easy.

His eyes remain focused on his holoscreen, unwavering. With the arm closest to his opponent, he carefully maneuvers it around... and puts a hand around Ain's waist, gently holding him in place.

Your fucking move, bitch.]

[eidxiety]

[Oh? That's new. Ain can't see Add's expression from this angle — pretending to read like he's not currently focused on breathing in the light scent of electricity and freshly-laundered clothing — but he imagines, for his benefit, that his cheeks are pleasantly red. He's always liked the way Add seems to light up when something the least bit physical happens. There's just something about that deer in headlights panic...

Very well, then. If Add's going to further enable their little game, Ain's new favourite pastime, then Ain's going to continue to be a shit about this. He wiggles to adjust a tad, though not away from Add at all — merely to readjust how his head is resting now that Add's now holding onto him. Naturally, he's not going anywhere, even if Add's grip is gentler than he thinks it normally is.

Ain hums, turning the page in the book that he's not reading, and sets it on his lap so that the spine is held lightly between his thighs. One hand presses down on the end of it to keep the novel from shutting itself, and the other...

Hey, was Add using that hand to play with his holoscreen? Yes? Too bad, because Ain is stealing it, sliding his palm over the back of Add's hand and intertwining their fingers. Can he get away with this? Will he get a warning shock?

Ain thinks that they really could use a mirror on the wall opposite the couch right about now, just so he can see the look on Add's face in this exact moment.

Oh well. The page turns again.]

[psychokinesia]

[... okay, so maybe he's not really sure what he expected. That Ain would be the one to get embarrassed? That he'd give up when Add didn't give his usual reaction? He feels dizzy (with frustration), a little too warm, and the next thing he knows his hand is being taken hostage. Fuck.

His hand is disgustingly sweaty... but it's still too soon to surrender. He bites his lip. He needs to hold the line... no matter the toll.

Fighting for his hand's freedom would be a foolish, amateur move—a mistake he's made too many times already, knowing how unreasonably strong the priest is. Why should he need to be "freed" at all? Another sign of weakness, or worse, a sign of pathetic fear. No, the correct move is to hold Ain's hand harder, turning the tables around completely—for now Add is the one in control, forcing this unwanted(???) contact between them.

He grips that hand back, hard and firm, just enough to be slightly painful but not enough to cause real injury. Now it's like they're arm wrestling but at a really awkward angle and 100x more gay. He's pretty sure that means he's winning.]

[eidxiety]

[Ain will refrain from asking why Add's vice gripping his hand like that, and instead be the first to break the silence between them in that ever-cheerful tone he uses.]

You're so affectionate today!

[Calling him out?? In front of his holoscreen? By Elria's Light, what will Add do next?

(It is at approximately this moment where Lu and Ciel obliviously walk into the room, take one glance at whatever the Fuck is happening here, and walk back out. Quiet chattering can be heard from the next room over, but Ain cares little what the demons are up to.)

Add is two for two on occupied hands, unless he wants to — Goddess forbid — move one of them elsewhere. Ain, however, still has a hand. A hand that may have been flipping noncommittally through a book til this exact moment, but a hand nonetheless. Clearly bored of that little ruse, he shuts the book and tosses it to the coffee table, where it skids across the finished wood and nearly topples off the opposite edge. Not once does Ain remotely leave Add's grip.

Mostly because he finds he wants to stay in it for as long as possible, in stark contrast to the competition Add is having in his head right now. Ain has no idea where to begin dissecting that, though, so he leaves that thought to fester in all his other emotional file cabinets.

Handholding doesn't get him yeeted. Got it. It means he can do more, then, such as clamping his free hand over the hand on his waist so it doesn't go anywhere aaaand...

Scooting closer. How could he get closer when they're already pretty much conjoined right now? Simply by maneuvering himself right into Add's lap, of course, effectively body-blocking the holoscreen and/or clipping right through it if Add hasn't put it away yet. Back-to-chest now, Ain slouches just enough so that he can still somewhat have his head against Add's shoulder, curls likely tickling his face or neck, but also so that he can see Add in his peripheral.

Kind of. It's a bit blurry due to proximity. Ain beams regardless, and if there's the slightest dusting of pink on his cheeks, no there's not. Shut up.]

[psychokinesia]

[There's a tiny, barely muffled squeak when that hand overlaps his own—how dare Ain use his own techniques against him?! But it only gets worse from there. Somehow Ain ends up draped across his lap and they're basically holding both hands. It takes way, way too much willpower just to keep his body still, especially with that stupid cowlick brushing against his chin. He has no choice but to move the holoscreen out of the way, still stubbornly pretending that he's paying attention to any of the readings on it.

... well, maybe he should be, because his heartrate is close to giving off an abnormality warning. Alas, that's not something he can really control in this position. If only he had the foresight to replace his heart with a Nasod implant just to avoid this type of thing...

but anyway, Ain is calling him out (the bitch) and he can't stay quiet about it. That would also be a sign of weakness. Add clears his throat with a huff, trying to keep his voice level despite the circumstances.]

Affectionate? I'm just sick of you squirming around like an obnoxious little bug.

If you're going to insist on irritating me, then you're gonna have to wait until I'm done with you this time. Kekekekeke...

[the laugh awkwardly trails out a little too long, but that's pretty normal for Add tbh]

[eidxiety]

[Well, it's a good thing that Ain's heartrate isn't being read on that monitor, not that he'd really understand why his pulse is hammering in his ears right now anyway. They're both in the same flustered state and yet neither of them know what's going on entirely... and anyway Ain's pretty sure he's legally not supposed to have a heart.

None of that matters, because something about Add's latter statement causes Ain to completely shut down for approximately two blissful minutes of quiet. No moving, no talking, just pleasantly flustered and stunned into silence for once in his life. A reprieve from the snark and the sass—]

Oh~? And what do you want to do with me this time, Mr. Ancient?

[Nevermind.]

Go on. I'll even let you initiate for once.

[psychokinesia]

[can they really be called blissful minutes if Add is frozen with anxiety the entire time? did he win? wait, but this could be a ploy to make him slip up, so he shouldn't lower his guard. but he can't really do anything with both hands occupied and a whole Ain in his lap, and there's still hair tickling his chin, all of this is super distracting and god this silence is so awkward. should he keep talking, or would that make it worse? please just fucking say something—

his prayers are (eventually) answered, but at what cost. Add's brain might be making dialup noises.]

... Who says I'm going to tell you? [what the fuck DOES he want, shit] I don't need your permission. You'll just have to wait and see.

[...

he. actually needs to decide what he's doing, now. otherwise he'll look stupid. he needs to figure out something to do that'll irritate Ain.

give him a minute, he might be stalling]

[eidxiety]

[Oh, sure, Ain can wait patiently for Add to do mental math. Maybe they should untangle their limbs or something in the meanwhile? Ain's wrist is starting to ache from the position its been kept in for the last several minutes, not to mention the fact that he hasn't released the hand on his waist which is causing his shoulder to feel stiff.

...

Or. He could sit here and be content with this game of couch-Twister as long as Add allows him to. That sounds more pleasant, somehow, perhaps because it means stealing more precious minutes of their (overly) close proximity. It's not like he gets this every day or anything. It's not like Ain's favourite pastime of bothering Add hasn't been ongoing for many many years, and it surely hasn't reached a peak or anything like that.]

Haha, okay. I'll wait patiently. All day if I have to!

[Hint hint, move it along Add before Ain usurps your title as king of gay chicken. Because if Add doesn't do something to continue whatever game they're playing, Ain just might.]