【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
✨ refer to this list for active muses. ✨ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ✨ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ✨ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.
[Even with Ike's insistance, this morning, Driselle had still sat down to sign a few things, look over this and that, oh, she should also send a message to the market, and something to the government, and...
It was Rowen who had to push her out the door and politely decline to let her take anything with her.
This is well earned break, Lady Driselle. You should make the most of it.
Which was how Driselle ended up being handed some lunch in a picnic basket and ceremoniously denied entry to her own house. Not that she took it badly; she was more amused than anything, and touched, that she had so many people looking out for her and taking care of her.
Besides, the sea... the sea!]
Truly? [She smiles warmly.] Thank you, Ike, for arranging this. And for being my... chaperone. [She says chaperone, but they both know what she really means. Formally, yes, he's a chaperone, and he'll protect her should there be any trouble. In reality, a friend, who's stood by her the past few months, and arranged something to take her mind off business. And she can't thank him enough for that.]
And to think, I had originally planned to make this just a brief stop. But now? Now I'm considering making Sharilton my permanent home. It's got wonderful people and I can easily make a living without attracting unwanted attention.
[And of course, he's happened to grow very fond of its leader.]
Truly? [Driselle smiles wider, betraying an ounce of excitement at that prospect.] I know someone who'll be glad to hear it. I've grown used to seeing you almost every day.
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It was Rowen who had to push her out the door and politely decline to let her take anything with her.
This is well earned break, Lady Driselle. You should make the most of it.
Which was how Driselle ended up being handed some lunch in a picnic basket and ceremoniously denied entry to her own house. Not that she took it badly; she was more amused than anything, and touched, that she had so many people looking out for her and taking care of her.
Besides, the sea... the sea!]
Truly? [She smiles warmly.] Thank you, Ike, for arranging this. And for being my... chaperone. [She says chaperone, but they both know what she really means. Formally, yes, he's a chaperone, and he'll protect her should there be any trouble. In reality, a friend, who's stood by her the past few months, and arranged something to take her mind off business. And she can't thank him enough for that.]
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[Ike looks back at her, from the window he'd been looking out, and puts on a lopsided grin.]
Even if I have to literally tear you from your work to make sure you get it.
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[Driselle smiles at that, half apologetic, half amused.]
I'd say you're pretty good at it.
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[She looks thoughtfully out the window of the carriage, at the grass and the dirt roads and the rocky cliffs.]
Today, I'll do my best to focus on me. And you as well, Ike. I enjoy spending time with you.
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Good. I'm glad, because I definitely return the sentiment. Not only have you welcomed me with open arms, you've also been wonderful company.
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Of course. You've been very helpful to Sharilton, as well as to me... and I'm happy to hear it. You've done so much for us.
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[And of course, he's happened to grow very fond of its leader.]
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[Don't think he hasn't noticed. There's also a wry smile on his face.]