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

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[bootyhunter]

[Those two beats of confirmation are enough for Dandy to go by, and definitely more than enough to make him lose to a wave of shame, crashing over and around his psyche. There's been a crack in his devil-may-care attitude, his seemingly relaxed and come-what-may vibe, and he can't say that he enjoys it.

It almost feels as though the rift is larger than that. Like it's dividing the universe, somehow.

That cocky shell of his is ruptured further after he reaches a hand out to stabilize Faye amidst her little eruption, face contorting into a quiet, concerned expression, although he doesn't touch her. His fingers get just close enough before she's upright again.

Damn. Was he moving slowly? Was the everything in his immediate vicinity moving in slow motion, just now? If only for a second?

He decides to ignore the seeming encroachment of impending doom, pointing all too exaggeratedly at the dance floor, and yelling out-]

YEAAAAAH! LET'S DO THIS LIKE-