call me out post

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



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♛ refer to the list above for active muses. ♛ 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. meme code.

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YES MA'AM...

[withoutmorals]

[And when isn't Alvin in an inn? Like really. Every time you find him, he's just sitting in here, so why would this be any different. He can't help but laugh a little bit as he walks over, seeing her soaked like this.]

Man, you got stuck out there for a while, huh?

[Way to go, Presa.]

[presa]

[ It was graceful, even how a woman can regain her composure after a thunderstorm. Presa was use to that, figuratively and literally.

Her eyes glance up over the brim of her glasses when she hears a familiar voice. It caused her skin to bubble with goosebumps. ]

Al.

[ She was calm, keeping her voice husky and dull. ]

Can I help you with something?

[withoutmorals]

What, do I have to have some sort of motive to talk to you?

[Well... Maybe usually. Though, he's just going to take a seat.]

I just couldn't leave you sitting here by yourself. Plus, guys usually talk to the girls in these types of places, don't they? It's just friendly chatter.

[Clearly]

[presa]

Depends, are we on good terms or bad terms now? I can't keep track.

[ As he sits across from her, Presa leans forward a bit. A nice view, but the glare might not be worth it. ]

Guys who talk to girls in inns have intentions.

[withoutmorals]

I think that's up to you, really.

[Since he's pretty fine! Especially with the view. Though the glare is indeed off putting, yeah.]

Guys who talk to girl they don't know have intentions. I know better.

[presa]

It's never been up to me, don't try and pull that card. [ Al stop dat. ] At least you have some sense, but not enough to come over with a drink. I'd be more inclined to put on my friendly face just for you.

[withoutmorals]

What can I say? I take my chances.

[Though that is a good idea, huh.]

Want me to go grab you one then? I wouldn't be opposed to seeing a friendly face.

[presa]

Chances aren't always in your favor.

[ Their back and forth was quick and hard to tame. ]

You're not very good at thiiiis.

[ Her tone grew teasing, trying to keep herself in a decent mood compared to the sour attitude she waled in with. ]

[withoutmorals]

I'd like to say my changes are about... 70-30?

[If he's lucky. Though fine fine. He'll stand up to go get those drinks. Hold your horses, Presa.]

Don't go wandering off now.

[presa]

Where else would I go? Have you seen how bad it is out there? [ Scoff. ] I may dislike our current situation, but I'll take it over freezing to death.

[ Dat wet catsuit. ]

[withoutmorals]

[Best wet catsuit. But he'll wave behind him as he walks over to the bar to get them a few drinks. Nothing too much! But still a decent amount to warm her up.]

Here. Got two of the best the house could offer.

[So he'll go ahead and sit down and start sipping at his drink. Back to her question.]

I don't know where you would go, but I'm sure you'd manage to sneak out of here somehow.

[presa]

Thank you.

[ Actually she seems honest with that one. She's quick to take a swig of hers. ]

I'd find someplace to go. Rats are good for that sort of thing, right? There's a lot of alleyways here.

[withoutmorals]

Hey now. A pretty girl like you is the furthest thing from a rat.

[Sheesh Presa!]

Plus I'd go looking for you before you ended up in some alleyway somewhere.

[presa]

Would you really? That's cute.

[ It's pretty amusing how confused Alvin could be towards his relationship with her. ]

[withoutmorals]

I don't get how it's cute. You look out for me, I look out for you. It's pretty simple.

[He's good at that. What are relationships.]

[presa]

Then again, there's times you look out for yourself. Do you really blame a girl for being on the defensive?

[ Sorry, pal. She stirs the froth of her drink a bit. ]

[withoutmorals]

I guess not, with that logic.

[He'll go ahead and take more than a sip this time.]

Sometimes, you've gotta prioritize self preservation. I can't be looking out for other people all the time.

[presa]

Spoken like a true mercenary.

[ It's hard to keep her bitterness in control, but she smiles against the rim of her glass before taking a swig. ]

You should be the cover boy.

[withoutmorals]

I wouldn't be alive in this profession if I thought otherwise.

[At least she's smiling, so it's a win!]

Think so? I'm probably good looking enough to show up on posters. "We want you to start being a mercenary!" ... Something like that?

[presa]

[ The thing that made it so hard to deal with Alvin? His charm. She laughed a bit at his comment about the poster. She could practically see it. ]

Only if you're wearing a questionable attire.

[ It was too easy to get lost in Alvin. ]

[withoutmorals]

Oh? Is that just something you want, Presa? I don't think I'd mind wearing something like that for you.

[Considering she's always wearing something questionable. He doesn't really mind though.]

[presa]

It'd be interesting to see, to say the least. Wearing nothing but suspenders and your under-garments... [ Okay, the drink is definitely loosening her up and so is the warmth of the building. ] I'm sure many girls have wished to see that.

[withoutmorals]

You included?

[Ohoho. He can tell. He can't help but laugh a little bit, and sip at his drink more.]

I didn't know you had it all planned out like that.

[presa]

I like to read, so painting visuals comes naturally.

Can't blame me, can you?

[ She shrugs. Presa is more than comfortable with her sexuality and transgressions. She kinda has to in her line of work. ]

[withoutmorals]

Guess I can't.

[True enough! Even so...]

Though, could you really blame me if panting visuals of you also came to me pretty easily?