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

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[kaihentai]

GEH-HAH...! IF IT WERE UP TA ME, I'D BE DOIN' MY BEST TO BE DRUNK NEARLY ALL OF THE TIME-

[The leader of the Kaientai recoils from the slap, making a big show of it. He curls up his nose, shaking his head from side to side in an overly dramatic fashion, a few tears falling from his watery eyes.]

Every time you do that, it hurts, you know? Stop that!

[Sakamoto's memory comes and goes, in bits and fragments.

Edo is in shambles, and his fleet was just about to-]

You didn't miss me...?

[For whatever reason, it doesn't matter now. The mossy-haired salesman doesn't question it.]

You bespectacled bastard!

[headlining]

[He resist the urge to roll his eyes at the tears. Sakamoto, ever dramatic. This really is par for the course, he thinks.]

How can I miss you when you're right there? Come on. [He's pushing up his glasses with a light sigh - even if he's chiding, there's some warmth to his words.] Believe me, your antics are good enough to be seared in the minds of anyone who meets you. For better or for worse.

[kaihentai]

Y-you...

[Sakamoto sniffles, wiping his snotty nose with a pervy hand. His whole body is pervy, he is a pervert.

He wedges his chin onto Keats' shoulder- A foolish attempt to... Be more physically intimate. Or something.]

You haven't changed.

[headlining]

What?

[Now that brings on a scoff. Sakamoto rests his head on his shoulder, and he doesn't shoo him off this time - he only turns, giving him a slightly incredulous look. Really.]

Why would I change? I'm still the same old journalist, silly.

[kaihentai]

But, the city-

[The shogun fell.

Both of them, actually. Sakamoto goes quiet, something very unlike him, and his lips part slightly. He can feel his own breath blowing backwards and into his face, and something isn't right.

A bar so full of people shouldn't be so cold. The air in here is almost freezing. He should be able to smell the stench of alcohol on his breath, but he registers nothing.]

Are you sure?

[Sakamoto Tatsuma is an optimist, a dreamer, the kind of man who keeps his head upright in the worst of situations. Some of the time it's just high spirits, and in other situations it's just plain denial.

If he thinks about it clearly, Sakamoto hasn't seen Keats in quite a long time. So the curly-haired fellow decides that this is some variation of a pleasant dream, and wraps both arms around the other's middle, only digging his chin further into the other man's shoulder.]

Well.

Nevermind, then.

[headlining]

....

[Keats has always lived knowing something isn't right.]

[He's very, very good at ignoring it. If denial were an Olympic sport, he'd be on the podium with his gold medal year after year. That's how it was. That's how it will be. If there's anything wrong here...he chooses not to address it.]

[Because he's too afraid to acknowledge that the truth hurts, more than not.]

[So he puts aside the cold, the fact that he can't remember how they got in here, and focuses on the man now holding him tightly. Keats reaches over to pat the side of his head.]

The alcohol's getting to you. Shouldn't it make you happy? Come on. No need to be upset over things you're imagining.

[kaihentai]

Who says I'm not happy?

[Sakamoto does nothing to remove himself from the position he's in, instead closing his eyes and taking pause to bask in this moment. It's not often that he gets to indulge in tender physical contact like this, not even with the friends he loves so much. In all of those relationships, it's him who's the affectionate one, and him alone.]

This is nice!

[Unfortunately, he and Keats can never seem to go log without-]

Even though you stink! You've gotta wash that beard of yours, you know! Otherwise it'll get dirty, dirty~! Come on.

Maybe I can wash it for ya.

[Provided that Sakamoto will eventually gain the ability to stand upright again...]

[headlining]

Someone going "well, maybe there was something I should tell you but I will conveniently not mention it" while looking like a sad puppy doesn't exactly convince you that they're happy, you know.

[There's absolutely a snide sort of tone to his comment...but even he understands, deep down, that Sakamoto is also thinking something in a similar vein as him. His own expression falls - and then the man actually says that, and he's barking out a snort.]

Oh, I do not stink. Please! I'm a hard worker, but I do take care of yourself. Maybe I should be saying that to you.

[He's reaching over to poke the man right in the forehead. So THERE.]