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]

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...]

[kaba]

Y—You'll know. [ Why ask this now. Why give himself more opportunities for innuendo. When will he get sober. ]

[talkscrap]

Mhm... maybe. [If Koujaku says he'll know, he'll know, right? They've only known each other forever, so Aoba isn't all that worried. And besides:] I don't feel like eating now, anyway.

[Aoba, this was never about you... You're not only allowed to eat at the same time, either. Still, that's kind of how Aoba feels it should be, when they're together, and:] I just... want to be with you.

[kaba]

[ In this case, You'll know is code for I'll deal with this later because the less he makes Aoba do while drunk, the less trouble he'll get into later on. ]

Iiidiot. [ He'll press a kiss to Aoba's temple, now that they're walking side by side. ]

That's all I ever want to do with you.

[talkscrap]

[The kiss is nice, but it's Koujaku's words that tip the balance. Aoba knows, of course: he knows that Koujaku loves him. Still, sometimes it's nice to hear, especially when he's not expecting it - and, drunk as he is, he's not expecting a great deal right about now.

But he gets it all the same, and his breath goes shaky, almost like a sob - except that, instead of crying, he stops to throw his arms around Koujaku, clinging to him with surprising strength. Who even cares where they are right now, Aoba's done worse just before.]

Hippo... [It's the softest of whispers. Drunk or not, Aoba couldn't be happier.]

[kaba]

[ See, they should’ve stuck to borderline innocent PDA instead of all that. Would’ve made things a whole lot easier but nooo, Aoba just had to drink unsupervised (Koujaku doesn’t count as proper supervision).

But they’ve started with PDA so he’ll damn well end things with it.

Koujaku obligingly ducks to give Aoba a bit more leverage right there. The baka to his kaba. Perfect tbh. ]