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The Meet And Greet Meme For Characters

The Meet and Greet Meme
For Characters
This is the IC version of the The Role Call Meme

[The Rules]

1. Find the thread for the canons/fandoms of your character. If you don't see one, make one!

2. Post with all of your character accounts. Yes, all of them. Throwing in your entire musebox is totally fine in this meme. (Please write down the name and canon/fandom of the character in the subject line, and also if they're canon, AU, crossover or OC, etc.)

3. AU characters are totally OK. Crossover/fusion characters may post at all the fandoms/canons their crossover/fusion is derived from. Fandom OCs may post at their fandom/canon's thread. Original Story/Universe OCs will have their own thread.

4. Tag around all over the place - Canonmates, non-canonmates, everything is OK!

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[ But one of us was able to enjoy a proper rebellious teen phase. B| ]

Mmffh. [ He tries to stuff as much of that sandwich as he can, with globs of mayonnaise splattering against his cheeks. Very attractive, this one, but Aoba's not giving him any choice as he fumbles with his hands towards catching the bits of chicken that begin to slip out of it and—hey!

Aoba is clearly trying to avoid him. Possibly even pretend that he doesn't know who this crazy loon is who's draped himself all over him. Well, too bad, because Koujaku's sidling right up against him and propping his cheek over that shoulder before Aoba can jerk him off.

So there. ]

[It only counts for half because of reasons!! And you rebelled too, dude. Bloodily.

OMG hippo, what are you, a fur coat?! ... well, it's a nice, soft fur... and kind of warm...]

Hng... [Frustration rising... especially because Aoba is starting not to mind so much, and that's the thing he minds more than anything. Trapped between the table and a hard hippo (in a manner of speaking...), he manages to wriggle around to face Koujaku, meaning to tell him what's what.

But looking Koujaku in the eyes from so close up makes that surprisingly hard. Aoba's anger deflates, and all he can do is stare.] ... You got a little -... [Mayo. It's probably mayo, and not the remains of this morning's -... But Aoba can't keep from remembering, anyway.]

[ Wow, fine. Be that way!! ]

Whuffh? [ So articulate. He should probably spit it in his hands, but eurgh. Whatever the case, there’s totally nothing wrong with being disgustingly in the middle of the buffet line, because if he doesn’t do it, who would?

He really should observe some table manners while he’s here though…but not until Aoba kisses that dollop of mayo away. Koujaku grins through his sandwich, leaning his face as close as he can to Aoba’s. ]

[You wish, hippo. You wish. Aoba feels embarrassed enough as it is, and if he's not experiencing any frustrated rage at the moment, it's all because of Koujaku's not-so-secret weapon.

It's so hard to stay angry at that face for long...

Glancing around to ascertain that they're not being watched too blatantly, Aoba raises a hand to quickly wipe away that mayo with a finger, as if the mayo could tell the tale of their other exploits, too.]

Don't talk with your mouth full.

[If he just stares at Koujaku's mouth and avoids eye contact, it's fine, right? If he doesn't look at anyone, no one can see him, either!]

[ Hey, even that little touch works too. He’ll take what he can get, and he doesn’t even have to get drunk to get all touchy-feely anyway.

Koujaku finally pulls that sandwich away with a swallow, because incubating your standard slice of sandwich bread while mouthbreathing on someone at the same time is hard and makes it difficult to hold on to the sandwich by the teeth.

Still, Koujaku smiles. Mercifully, he keeps his mouth closed.

Instead, he happily ducks in to nuzzle against Aoba’s ear. ]

[So much for trying to solve this without damaging an endangered hippo's reproductive organs. Ugh, if only it were that easy - but Aoba kind of wants those intact. He puts all his strength into an attempt to shove Koujaku away.]

At least wait until we get home!

[... It wasn't really loud, but still loud enough to make a few people look their way. Aoba wants to die now, plz. Or just go home, but after saying what he did, he can't bring himself to flee right away, either. Everyone would know what he was going to do there!]

Come oooon. [ He’s whi~ning~ Not that it helps anyone, but at least he isn’t talking with his mouth full anymore.

And what’s a little PDA in public? Nobody’s looking here anyway…

Until that outburst, anyhow. Killjoy. Koujaku obligingly pulls away with a smile for the crowd, some of whom look away with a blush in spite of it all. ]

[What is Aoba's life even... Sometimes he swears he has a neon sign above his head to advertise how he likes taking it up the ass. Not that he's not trying to keep things under control for Koujaku's sake as well. His business could suffer, and all.

Trying to turn a milder shade of red, Aoba ignores the stares of the crowd (it's probably just a few people looking, anyway - but that's bad enough!), and focuses on the food like his life depends on it. After all this, he's not even really hungry... Ah, but there are drinks, too! With a sigh of relief, he grabs one of the ready-poured glasses of juice (it's gotta be juice, orange like that), and takes a good gulp. That should calm him down some. Or just buy him time to calm down, anyway.]

[ Not when there aren’t that many girls here to begin with. They’ll be fiiiine. No point in having a relationship if you can’t flaunt it a little, right?

Not that he’s in a relationship with Aoba solely to flaunt. Aoba’s unimpressed, anyway.

Typical.

Gently placing a hand on his shoulder, ] You okay?

[ JSYK he’s not completely inconsiderate. If Aoba doesn’t feel like playing around then he won’t, now. They’ll just have to take some of these home to, heh, eat later on. Hopefully with the mayo slathered all over— ]

[Aoba would argue that there's nothing to gain from flaunting, and it's easy for Koujaku to say otherwise. Still, it's not like Aoba doesn't enjoy it a little, too. It's just more embarrassing than it is enjoyable - but that's also because the threat of being discovered is kind of exciting, so Aoba likes keeping it intact.

Look, it's not like he's not more than a little pervy, too. It's all Koujaku's fault, anyway.]

Mhm. [Aoba manages to smile, stupidly reassured by that simple question. As long as he's made his point, he's happy to stop punching hippos and just enjoy the party.] Do you want some juice, too?

[Without waiting for a reply, he offers Koujaku a glass - not his own, thank you very much. The exchange of bodily fluids (and mayo) can wait a while.]

[ Hey look, his desires were already there and all Koujaku did was make them a reality. He’s doing him a huge fucking favor, really.

But of course Aoba’s gonna deny it till the cows come home. Such is life. ]

Sure. [ He takes that glass in his other hand to give it a sip, before the horrible reality of the situation dawns on him. Koujaku’s eyes go wide when he sees Aoba reaching for another, yelling— ]

Aoba, wait! [ —and at the same time dropping his sandwich and spilling his drink as Koujaku dives forward— ]

[At least until the hippo comes home. And then comes some more.

Aoba barely manages to swallow what he has in his mouth (that never happens!) as Koujaku all but attacks him. Jeez, that guy... Is he going for it after all?! Aoba thought they had an understanding!

Coughing as some of the drink goes down the wrong way, Aoba glares.]

You -... Kgh... I told you..!

[Unable to get rid of that cough, he stops talking there, and tries to take another sip of his drink to calm his throat. Damn horny hippos...]

[ See? All in his head. Koujaku had perfectly pure intentions all throughout this little affair, and it’s only in Aoba’s little head that his lovey dovey gestures start edging towards anything but.

But even perverted intentions are moot in light of his being too late to stop the descent of alcohol past Aoba’s pretty little throat, and Koujaku can only clutch at his shoulders dumbly and watch as the alcohol begins taking over his system. ]

—Buh?

[Aoba, meanwhile, is oblivious as ever. Sure, the juice tastes a little different than what he expected - but it's good! And then suddenly there's a hippo clinging to him like he's an actual man purse. Man-shaped purse. Whatever.]

Whaaaat's with that face? [He peers suspiciously at Koujaku, like the man makes a hobby of grannyfucking or something, but halfway through his second sentence, Aoba can barely control his amusement.] Are you planning pervy things again~?

[It's not even healthy amusement he's feeling - let's face it, the hippo deserves to be laughed at most days - but evil, conspiratorial, naughty laughter.

Well done, hippo, you've created a monster. (Or was that Toue?)]

[ And he was too late to stop him, but oh, what a monster. That slur goes right into his crotch, thanks and no thanks, as Aoba’s giving him the most judgmental look of the century.

Of course Koujaku deserves that a thousandfold, but now that teasing side of his is gone in favor of outright concern because, hell. Aoba’s gonna kill him if he lets the guy make a scene here. Or something. ]

Aoba… [ It’s weak as he tries to figure out what to do—other than let go, that is. ] Put—Put that stuff down…

[ Nobody has to get hurt tonight, Aoba. Nobody. ]

What stuff? This stuff? [CONFUSION. Why are you trying to rob him of his juice, you hippo?]

It's juuuice, it's good for you. [He moves to take another sip, just to demonstrate this fact(?!), but then he has a thought. Actually...] You should have some, too! For your vitalins.

[You heard the man. So Aoba is just going to shove the glass against Koujaku's mouth.]

[ Because that’s not the kind of juice Aoba’s supposed to be guzzling? Because he and the juice are getting a little too comfortable with each other? Because Koujaku is a raging idiot?

Because all of the above, baby. All of the above.

Case in point: Koujaku’s already reaching for that glass to prevent further untoward actions from Aoba before— ]

Khchff— [ It’s not a good day to be a hippo, I guess. Koujaku splutters, the “juice” falling into his windpipe instead of the appropriate track, and now he’s pulling away and staggering back, trying to cough the liquid out and—

Greasy sandwich. On the floor. Meet Koujaku.

With a yelp, Koujaku slips, meeting his destiny… ]

[For a moment, as Koujaku falls on his shapely ass, Aoba just stares. Then he blinks. And then he laughs, loudly.]

Hahahaha, you fell!

[You know, just in case you missed that piece of information when you landed. Or something.

Should Aoba be concerned? Maybe, but he's not. He just keeps laughing, doubling over - and that's when the world suddenly starts spinning on him, the bastard. Aoba doesn't even try to fight it (why would he give that spinning world the satisfaction?) and just lets himself fall on his knees. Or on the hippo. Thereabouts.

He snickers a bit, but calms down considerably - or maybe the alcohol is just making him tired suddenly.]

Ah... we fell.

[He sounds kind of happy about that, somehow, like maybe he's confessing his love to the floor.]

[ Even with his ass possibly shattered and slathered in mayo and his fingers sticky with wine and grease he still has the presence of mine to catch his falling lover, at least.

Oh how he suffers. ]

What’s so funny about that, huh? [ He doesn’t know what else to say to that, beyond a grunt for how his arms are already about to buckle under the weight of Aoba precariously balanced between them. ]

Because! That's what we get for living ~dangerously~

[What, you expected him to make sense? It makes sense to him, and that's all that matters. Looking down at Koujaku with a loving smile, Aoba is suddenly serious - or as serious as a drunk can be.]

It's just how we are. That's why it's so good.

[Poking at your nose, now. At least it's not your eye ~~or your dick~~.]

[ Okay, fine, Aoba can run circles around the time-tested tenets of logic all he wants while Koujaku slowly eases Aoba on top of him because welp, has he got any other choice?

Besides…he's hardly opposed to this… ]

We are? [ He lost you at that poke, man. ]

You mean…living dangerously?

[ WHO KNEW AOBA COULD BE SO KINKY… ]

[Yay, hippo pillow! Relaxing his body, Aoba is so comfortable on top, it's almost ironic. He sighs against Koujaku's neck.]

Mhm, veeery dangerously...

[For once, Aoba is completely innocent, or at least not thinking of anything naughty - but then, he's not really thinking about anything else, either. Including how people could trip over them or something, which is probably the only real danger here.]

[ At least Aoba's not dry humping a stranger. Even if Koujaku's stiffening up at the contact to his neck and okay that collar of his is still there but omfg Aoba— ]

Yeah, this…this is… [ pretty fucking dangerous if you ask him. PDA's one thing, but what Aoba seems to be suggesting is a touch more…look, there are people in here, all right? All of them are presumably engaging in their own private little fantasies but surely this isn't supposed to be part of the deal??

Then again it's Koujaku's fault for starting it. He just wanted a sandwich, man! ]

You—You sure you don't wanna lie down? [ Metaphorically speaking, because, you know. ]

[Sure he wanted a sandwich, but did he want to be in the middle, or what?]

I'm already lying down!

[What's a meta for? Hippos should probably have let sleepy scrappies lie, anyway, because now Aoba is pushing himself up a little, making himself comfortable a little higher on Koujaku's body, straddling his waist, though he's still not fully sitting up. His sense of up and down (not to mention right and wrong) may be a bit off, but he seems capable of doing that much without bodily harm, anyway. (Practice, practice!)]

Or did you mean... the other lying down~?

[GRIN! Even drunk!Aoba probably isn't about to do that thing in public in the middle of the floor, but he's really not thinking that far ahead yet. It's the thought that counts.]

[ He wants to be the mayo. Duh. ]

I meant— [ He stops, because honestly, what do you say to any of this? At the very least Koujaku hasn't made any attempts to jostle Aoba from his perch—if only because he can't trust the other's sense of balance just yet. And if Aoba must fall upon anyone at all, it might as well be him.

Not to mention that Aoba's goofy simile is pinning him in place like his legs are.

Koujaku strangles down a low whimper from deep in his throat at that stupid, stupid smile, seriously wondering whether he or Aoba would die of embarrassment first. All he knows that there's probably going to be somebody in this café who's never gonna let either of them live it down.

Welp, if they're doomed anyway, he might as well take advantage of it. So he smiles back. ]

You sure you can handle the other?

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