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]

[ oh, faye notices. and there will come a moment when she feels both relieved and dispirited that he's chosen not to look at her. if she's lucky she can walk out with a small wave of her hand and a terse bye, but she's rarely ever lucky.

"i'll just tell 'em that you broke mine." his tenderness almost fools her. she knows it's a joke.

the door pops open and she immediately lowers her gaze to the floor, moving to slip around him. they brush shoulders on her way out. it wasn't the reason for her sudden pause though it might appear that way. she hovers in the doorway for what seems like forever. and then she turns, forcing him to look at her. ]

I know I never thanked you for this morning.

[ the food, the drinks, the company, letting her crash on the couch, and use the washer, and not be a total creep the bar is so low.... ]

So thank you.

[bootyhunter]

[THE BAR REALLY IS IN HELL!!!!

His less than stellar misstep isn't really the kind that can be thrust aside, not in good faith. She'd be right to think of him as a dog, what with his empty head being filled to the brim with pervy fantasies. Each nearly anatomically inaccurate jiggle of the flesh serves a specific purpose, occupying the corners of his mind, each one a pretty distraction from the lonely reality of his meandering existence.

He's forced to look at her when their shoulders make contact. Forced to think that this is goodbye, and perhaps confront the notion that in the vast expanse that is the universe and its many alternate companions, this may always be the end result. Luckily or un-luckily enough for him, Dandy is stupid enough to believe otherwise and still have hope that things have the opportunity to be different one day.

Dandy utters a platitude that she's heard him say more than once in their time together. He tries to smile at her, but his brows are pressed together in a motion that conveys pain. The door that he holds open feels heavy.]

Don't worry about it.

[And so, he leans against the doorway.]

end!

[bountyhead]

[ long after they've parted ways and she's alone, once again, not only in her room but in the company of her comrades, she will think about him. this perverted, strange, bizarrely styled, buoyant but immensely lonely man. she studies his face, notes the pain that pinches his brows together, not even a flicker of that doofy smile. she won't smile either; the word goodbye hangs at the tip of her tongue but is never spoken. maybe it pains her too.

instead, faye will just nod, and then turn and walk away. because there's nothing more to say, and no reason to look back, until she knows she's out of his sight for good. ]