CALL ME OUT

[bootyhunter]

CALL ME OUT:

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Currently writing Dandy (Space Dandy) / Rex Splode (Invincible) / and Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

bootyhunter / himbomb / incelligent



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*Note: Sakamoto Tatsuma (Gintama) kaihentai and Asher Millstone (How to Get Away With Murder) moneyballer available on request



Also voicetesting Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc) googlybear / Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) edboy / Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) madcryentist / Abdul Ali (Squid Game) aitbaar / Portia Davenport (Search Party) portialain / Elliot Goss (Search Party) confabulous / Fleabag (Fleabag) feminitwit / Johnny Bravo (Johny Bravo) pretteh / and Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet) screechy

Comments

[bountyhead]

[ faye tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes cast on her jacket. sweat has given her face a slight sheen but her makeup has remained intact for the most part, unlike a certain alien hunter. an interesting thing to behold after first impressions had her convinced that dandy was the kind of man who really cared a whole lot about his appearance. especially the hair which currently sits somewhat deflated atop his head. and while the former might be true, this ‘look’ also tells her that he can be messy too. it's kind of

attractive? is it the leather...

searching, she’s more determined now to use the cigarette as a means to avoid long, awkward pauses now that they’re no longer grinding on each other. to busy her mouth so that he had to say something first—and so he does, just as intended, all while wrapping his arms around her middle.

she forgets about the cigarette. almost doesn’t quite catch what he says. her arms relax and her hands drop away from her jacket without a fight. ]

Yeah. This is… warm. [ she clears her throat ] Really warm.

[ and she stands there with him for a small moment, surrendering to that human need for touch, the sticky press of his skin against hers a stark reminder of how deeply she's craved it. no one holds her like this. no one has really managed that far. ]

I think it's more along the lines of stress and nicotine addiction that keep me smoking but...

[ she trails off, peeling herself from him slowly. carefully. it's crucial that she doesn't trip up and get lost in what is only meant to be temporary. that she keeps her footing, her sense of control in all of this. in the absence of his body, the air feels even colder. she swallows down a shudder and turns to look at him. ]

...if we're talking about keeping warm, I think I have a better idea.

[ her gaze is tender; her smile suggestive. ]

Lead the way?

[bootyhunter]

[He does and he doesn't. Maintaining a particular "look" allows him to keep his identity consistent when he's got little else to hold onto in terms of memories.

Dandy isn't particularly concerned about his appearance tonight, instead more solidly focused on hers, imagining how the lines of her body would potentially feel against his own. Space Dandy is by no means a giant man, but Faye is even more petite and slender of frame, with curves in all the right places. But what he lacks in muscle mass, he makes up for with horniness for the ass!!!

Err. Maybe that's not quite right, nevermind.]

Oooh.

[Dandy reaches for her left hand casually, taking it in his right. Despite the cool front he's putting up on the outside, he's elated. Her hands are so much smaller than his, despite being so much more capable.

She seems legitimately happy.

This feels like a victory.]

I could get used to this.

[He tries to keep things light, jokey, even.

But it's true. He really could.

He shouldn't, though.

That much he knows.]

So, Faye! Tell me...

Isn't this a whole lot nicer than roughin' it out on your own?