The Meet And Greet Meme For Characters

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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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[kaba]

[ 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— ]

[talkscrap]

[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.]

[kaba]

[ 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— ]

[talkscrap]

[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...]

[kaba]

[ 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?

[talkscrap]

[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?)]

[kaba]

[ 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. ]

[talkscrap]

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.]

[kaba]

[ 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… ]

[talkscrap]

[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.]

[kaba]

[ 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. ]

[talkscrap]

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.]

[kaba]

[ 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… ]

[talkscrap]

[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.]

[kaba]

[ 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. ]

[talkscrap]

[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.]

[kaba]

[ 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?

[talkscrap]

[But what if it makes his hair greasy and gets in the way of business...]

Shouldn't you know that by now?

[The grin turns lascivious (or Aoba's drunken, faulty version of lascivious), before he bursts into giggles manly laughter and leans down to nuzzle Koujaku, not quite kissing him.]

Pervy old man...

[While Aoba is happily oblivious, the onlookers may well be getting over their shock, only to act outraged and/or disapproving in general. Does this party have security? Because you can bet Aoba's shapely ass that they'll be showing up to uphold the laws of public decency (or something along those lines) sometime soon.]

[kaba]

[ Pervy…! At this point Aoba's got no right to judge, okay (yes he does). Koujaku had tried to stop him, except he'd failed to account for his own incompetence (as per usual) and now they find themselves…here.

Somewhere further back the bartender facepalms.

Still, Koujaku realizes that they're making a scene and it's up to him to resolve the situation. Even if he'll never look the others in the eye again. ]

Not today. [ To both. He makes a valiant effort to pick himself back up after that sweet one-liner, except Aoba's weight is in the way and—ahahahahahaha Koujaku can pick Aoba off the ground with one hand. So he'll just brace one arm against the floor while winding the other about Aoba's waist and up you go— ]

[talkscrap]

Eh?

[Aoba lets Koujaku sit them up readily enough. A change in position can't hurt, and at least he can put his arms around Koujaku's neck this way. That makes it slightly more comfortable.

There's still a problem, though, because regardless of whether Aoba meant to go ahead with doing something-or-other in public (and, honestly, that chance was 50-50 at best), Koujaku's answer is not what he expected to hear. In fact, it kind of hurts.]

You don't... want me anymore?

[kaba]

[ …What. ]

No. [ Wait. ] Yes!! I mean—

[ LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE— ]

Aoba…! [ Dude you got him all confused this is all your fault dammit!! ]

[talkscrap]

[Koujaku doesn't want him anymore. Koujaku doesn't want him anymore! Sure, it should make sense that it's not true, coming out of nowhere like that, but Aoba has never been very big on things making sense - and he's always felt insecure about this relationship. No matter how much Koujaku keeps reassuring him, he just can't help it.

With a half swallowed sob, he pushes away from Koujaku, wanting to leave, except that standing is a bridge too far, so he just crawls, sulkily, heading for the tables of food just because the table cloth would let him hide where nobody can see him. He really doesn't want anyone to see him like this.]

[kaba]

[ What the hell is even going on anymore. Just like that Aoba's doing that reverse rutting thing and his mood switch has flipped over to gooberville. (Spoilers they've never left Gooberville.)

Doesn't want to be seen like this are you kidding him—

And here Koujaku's just sitting up, dumbfounded, before throwing his metaphorical arms up and crawling after Aoba now. They've already made a scene. How is this any worse at this point. ]

Aoba, wait—!

[talkscrap]

[Aoba doesn't wait, because he's mourning this beautiful relationship, and missing the hippo he loves so much. Gosh, this is like Koujaku moving to the mainland all over again, with the added horror or sexual deprivation. Not that Aoba even blames Koujaku: there's nothing wrong with Koujaku. It's just that Aoba isn't good enough for him.

He doesn't stop until he's safely hidden under the tables, trying not to cry as he curls in on himself, hugging his legs. Why did he have to end up loving a stupid hippo? Why couldn't he have been a girl or something?]

[kaba]

[ You know he can't really read Aoba's mind here, but he can sort of venture a guess. They haven't been lovers for a while and friends for a longer while still for nothing.

Fuck Aoba moodswings faster than Koujaku can keep up with. It's already takiing so much of his energy not to think about where his dignity had gone, now that he's crawling across the floor with his arms slathered in mayo and grease and Aoba pumped full of alcohol instead of cum and—the world just ain't right, okay?

So prepare yourself, Aoba, as Koujaku shoves his head through the tablecloth with a cry that might as well have come from the bloodcurdling depths of hell: ]

Aoba!! [ SNAP OUT OF IT DAMN YOU ]