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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[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 ]

[talkscrap]

[Jeez, who knew hippos could be so loud... Already, Aoba is more embarrassed than strictly depressed, though he is that, too. Cringing, he tries to hide his head between his legs, covering it with his arms. Ostriches know where it's at.]

Don't... look at me.

[Suddenly his short hair is making him feel oddly exposed. Maybe part of him knows that he's being ridiculous, but even so, he can't help feeling the way he does.

The world really ain't right. And Aoba is very, very lonely.]

[kaba]

[ He is so, so tempted to ask what’s wrong. As far as drunk!Aoba is concerned its everything, and Koujaku knows he’s treading on shaky ground.

First order of business is to get them both out from under there, of course. Koujaku, at a stunning six-feet-one, cannot sit under the table without a very pronounced stoop if not the outright risk of tumbling the table’s many curséd foodstuffs upon that cold, unforgiving ground—which is also known as the floor.

Regardless, with his head and shoulders underneath the tablecloth and his ass sticking out of there like a dog with its head stuck in the cat door Koujaku attempts to balance one arm on the somewhat slippery floor and reach for Aoba’s arm with his other hand. ]

Come on. This isn’t the place for you.

[talkscrap]

[Aoba sighs. He's still sulky, but even drunk, he realizes that Koujaku has a point. More than that: Aoba trusts Koujaku more than he trusts himself right now.

Besides, Koujaku is touching him. It really doesn't matter that it's the most innocent of touches: it makes Aoba feel 90% less lonesome already.

With a soft nod and a sniff, Aoba crawls out of his blanket fort hiding place, doing his best to avoid Koujaku's eyes, though he stays close otherwise. Very close, even. Look, the smell of hippo reassures him a little, okay?!]

[kaba]

[ Come on then, you big baby. Just follow that breadcrumb trail of chicken sandwiches and the smell of your own tears, there’s a good boy. Gosh, it feels like he’s trying to drag a scared cat out from under the bed rather than his stupid drunk boyfriend who he’d still want to cover in kisses just to wash all that sadness away and gosh just stand the hell up so he can hug you already. Idiot. ]

[talkscrap]

[Hey, this isn't gay cat Zelda, it's fuck the dog. Just look at that tail between his legs.

Once he's out from the table, Aoba stands up sure enough. More than depressed, he's suddenly feeling really, really tired.]

Sorry... I overreacted.

[Not that he really knows what he overreacted about, but he knows he kind of made a scene, anyway.

Just take him home already. This party sucks.]

[kaba]

[ Right right, either way whatever's between his legs isn't gonna count for much since Koujaku isn't fucking a drunk-depressed Aoba.

But he can cuddle. Oh, how he can cuddle. ]

Come on. [ He'll just steal a kiss to Aoba's forehead all sneaky-like, before leading him away, disaster averted, nothing to see here folks. ]

We're getting you home.

[talkscrap]

[And, just like that, all is (mostly) right in the world again.]

... Your home?

[Aoba looks up at Koujaku, childishly hopeful. The last thing he wants is for granny to see him like this.

Also: cuddles. All the cuddles.]

[kaba]

My home. [ He doesn't want Tae-san killing him too, thanks.

But he pats at Aoba's back. ]

And you owe me a sandwich. [ Just don't…do it drunkenly. ]

[talkscrap]

[But if he's drunk, he can feed Koujaku that sandwich ever so nicely...
... No, I guess you have a point.]

Okay.

[Wow, victory has never been so easy for a hippo. Aoba leans into him a little, smiling drunkenly softly.]

What kind of sandwich do you want?

[First thing's first, and they might need to get some ingredients on the way. What do you mean, going home is the first priority...]