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!

Comments

[grandnote]

[Or that computers are assholes. That works too.

He grins, pleased at this small victory. But he didn't realize that Aoba was a kicker. He ends up with a kick to the crotch. Which are, under Toue's orders, fully operational. Alpha ends up making a choking noise, and in his hold loosens.]

What'd you do that for?!

[Biggest child.]

[talkscrap]

[... I see. You must have met my computer.

Aoba takes the opportunity to pull free immediately, turning to face the alpha.]

Because you grabbed my hair, why do you think?!

[Seriously, aren't machines supposed to be logical? ... Hang on, this is Clear's family. Logicfail must be part of their programming.

Says the guy who's apparently already forgotten that they were supposed to fight, here, but whatever.]

[grandnote]

[Your computer likes to present business cards at parties.

The alpha just huffs. Hands? On his hips. He's the picture of disgruntled.]

You don't just kick someone in the balls! That's just not right!

[Says the one who regularly dye musics peoples brains for fun. Then again...

It was his groin they were arguing about here.]

[talkscrap]

[So that's what it's doing when it refuses to do its damn job as usual...]

Neither is biting someone's hair! Or brainwashing, for that matter.

[Aoba, why would you even bring that up at a time like this?!]

Don't start a fight you're not willing to finish.

[grandnote]

[Of course it doesn't, it's computerizing.]

I haven't tried to brainwash you!

[At least not yet. He hasn't had the reason for it, at least not recently. He hasn't decided, and he hasn't been ordered not to brainwash Aoba...]

And I am going to finish a fight! Ball kicker.

[He made to shove him back against one of the walls. Aoba looked small enough and skinny enough that it'd be easy to pin him against the wall.]

[talkscrap]

[Also known as anti-socializing tbh.

Ball kicker... Well, Aoba's been called worse. Unfortunately for Aoba, he's definitely small and skinny enough to be pinned, stumbling back against a wall before he even has a chance to put up a fight - but he doesn't plan to leave it at that. Bracing himself against the wall, he tries to shove the alpha away: Aoba really is much stronger at kicking than hitting, so a little extra distance would give him the advantage... comparatively speaking, anyway.]

Get... off of me...!

[grandnote]

No.

[ At least the insult is something he's done, not what he didn't do. But hey, that was easy. He's trying to shove alpha away, but no. No, he's getting an...idea. He stares at the bathroom stalls, and looks for the hooks on the back of the door.

Found one. Perfect.

He grabs Aoba and hoists him into the air. One Aoba on a hook, coming up!]

[talkscrap]

[And just like that, for the first time in the Seragaki family's long history of shitty fashion, that ridiculous giant hood finally has a purpose. The logic of machines strikes again!

Aoba doesn't understand what even happened for the longest time, surprised that his feet no longer reach the floor. No, wait... If he stretches his toes, he can just about feel something there, so it's not like the floor has suddenly stopped working for him, or something. (Aoba, what?!) From there - and with the aid of a well-aimed hand, trying to reach behind himself to see if he can find the problem - the conclusion is fairly simple.

Which doesn't make him any less stuck. Maybe he can wriggle out of the jacket eventually, but with his own weight working against him, that's harder than it seems.]

Take me down!

[grandnote]

[Funny how the logic of machines can win so easily. But then, alpha is a brat of a machine.

And now Aoba is dangling around like a giant coat, and Alpha is laughing. Because-look at him! This is hilarious and he's not even thinking of what may happen if anyone were to walk in on this.]

No way! Just stay right there. I need to get a camera.

[And that's Alpha's cue to leave. He might never find a camera. But this whole exercise? Worth it.]