【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
♛ i'm trying to focus on these characters in particular, but i will pull out one of these if you ask for them! ♛ call the characters out by putting their names in your subject line! i can also post starters if you need them ♛ gen, shipping, crosscanon and crau are all fine - but please, no smut. ♛ if you need some prompts, i will be working on a list to post to the comm and putting a link here soon!
[Saying sorry... He wonders if it's really that simple. If Hinata would even accept an apology from him after the things he's said about him.
But... Perhaps his brain that works too hard is simply over-complicating things once again. It wouldn't be the first time, and it wouldn't be the last...
Maybe he has a chance after all. That's a pretty hopeful thought.
Komaeda doesn't spend his words on it, though, because he only has a few left to spare. So he nods, smiles, and it's probably the most genuine look to grace his face since all of this started.]
Dirk Strider... [No honorific. He isn't quite sure why, but it doesn't feel necessary. Not right now.] What an interesting person you are.
[It goes unnoticed by Komaeda with the state that he's in, but pale-colored songbirds are starting to gather near the Bed. They land at the ledge, heads perked up like they're watching and waiting for something to happen.]
To the man who saved me, and helped me save myself... Thank you.
[His eyes fall shut, hands go slack. The red stain on his dress shirt, small at first, has grown to a considerable size. And as if that's what the flock has been waiting for, the birds fly to the sides of his body and, ever so faintly, they begin to glow.
Then there is a flash of light, rainbow color covering him like a second skin, his body is lifting up past Dirk's grasp and-
And Somewhere Else, Komaeda Nagito opens his eyes.]
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But... Perhaps his brain that works too hard is simply over-complicating things once again. It wouldn't be the first time, and it wouldn't be the last...
Maybe he has a chance after all. That's a pretty hopeful thought.
Komaeda doesn't spend his words on it, though, because he only has a few left to spare. So he nods, smiles, and it's probably the most genuine look to grace his face since all of this started.]
Dirk Strider... [No honorific. He isn't quite sure why, but it doesn't feel necessary. Not right now.] What an interesting person you are.
[It goes unnoticed by Komaeda with the state that he's in, but pale-colored songbirds are starting to gather near the Bed. They land at the ledge, heads perked up like they're watching and waiting for something to happen.]
To the man who saved me, and helped me save myself... Thank you.
[His eyes fall shut, hands go slack. The red stain on his dress shirt, small at first, has grown to a considerable size. And as if that's what the flock has been waiting for, the birds fly to the sides of his body and, ever so faintly, they begin to glow.
Then there is a flash of light, rainbow color covering him like a second skin, his body is lifting up past Dirk's grasp and-
And Somewhere Else, Komaeda Nagito opens his eyes.]