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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post wcb r3, platonic pillow talk

[misspitbull]

[Parker Rochford has always been codependent as hell. She’s embraced it, rather than trying to fight it, and Ruby’s been a good choice for a partner when it came to that. It meant she never had to worry about being lonely—- Ruby’s affections would have been overbearing to most, but Parker loved her stupid and clingy girlfriend. But every now and then, Ruby would have some stupidly dangerous mission to go on, leaving Parker alone for a few nights.

She’d invited Rex over with some vague excuse about wanting to show him a new movie and sweetened the deal with beauty products and the promise of modern food and technology. It was only after he arrived that she dropped the fact that Ruby was gone—- but Parker played it cool. She was fine, totally chill (you know, a word that people use to describe Parker Rochford all the time) and their day had actually gone pretty well. Then she’d gotten Rex all set up in one of her way too nice guest rooms, and the two had separated for the night. Or. At least. They did for like, an hour, before Parker barged into the guest room where Rex was staying.]

Scoot over. [A beat, then, because it’s Rex—]

Do you have pants on? Put pants on, then scoot over.

[himbomb]

What?! No!

[No, he is not wearing pants, but he does have the decency to be lounging around in a fresh pair of white boxer briefs. One of the first things he does when he touches down in this place (and totally takes advantage of Parker's Rich Bitch credit cards) is purchase modern underwear.]

They're all the way over...

[Where did he throw them... He is not tidy when Libra isn't around-]

Ugh! Whaaaaat-ever. It's whatever! We're, like, gay now! It's fine.

[rex???]

What the fuck is going on today?

[misspitbull]

Bisexual!! [Only Parker Rochford can make that word sound so scandalized, so uptight, like Rex has just misidentified her favorite boy band.]

Whatever, though, you’re right, whatever, it’s fine—- I was scared you’d be butt naked—— [and just like that, she’s crawling right into bed next to him, wearing some goofy pink silk pajama ensemble with her initials monogrammed on them.]

I don’t know what you’re talking about. Todays great.

[himbomb]

Same difference!

[...No, no it's not.]

I can say that. I'm a part of the LGBT-blue community! It's all Gucci-smoochy.

[He harumphs, turning his head to the side slightly, although he doesn't outright deny her statement. In all honesty, it was a great day.]

Yeah. 'S alright, I guess! Every time I pop in and outta here I realize how much I've missed running water.

[And his friend Parker, of course. It's nice to know that after all the emotional trauma she's endured, her life is fairly regular now, and Ruby is here to support her. Unfortunately, he also misses Simon, but that is neither here nor there and he will never admit it out loud.]

Didja get lonely in that big-ass room of yours? That canopy bed you've got there is reeee-donk-ulus. It's like a needless fabric markup got gangbanged by cotton candy and periwinkle! Yeuch.

[misspitbull]

It's not the same thing, and you know it's not. But I'm like, the most devoted girlfriend ever, and you're so obsessed with Libra that I get your point.

[She's busy making herself comfortable, fussing with the pillows-- yeah, she's going to be here for a while.]

Shut up. Those colors are in fashion right now-- and canopies are nice. Or at least, Ruby thinks they are. I don't sleep in, but the curtains are nice for keeping the light out if you do. [She's dodging the question. But, it's Rex-- so she looks over at him, and keeps talking.]

It's stupid. I know it's stupid. She's Ruby. She can do anything. She'll be fine.

[himbomb]

Yeah! She can do anything.

[This line if dialogue is delivered in his signature biting, sarcastic tone.]

She shot a motherfucking kid! In a non-fatal area, but still! So yeah, she's capable of... Many a possible atrocity. She'll live long enough to crawl back here in those fugg-a-rooney goth girl boots of hers. Which, if you think about it, are another great defense mechanism!

Gettin' the shit kicked out ya hurts a lot more when you're on the receiving end of a combat boot! As opposed to, like, a flippy-flop, for example! Although, I gotta say... Bein' clocked by a wooden clog also bites if it's wielded by a wrist that's powerful enough. Yeah! That's right, I said it! A super wrist.

She'll come home and then you guys can get back to all the scissoring, or... Whaaat-ver it is that you people do.