Call me Out post!

[garudynamic]

 Look, I just realized I never did a non smut version of this. Just say who you wanna thread with and I will throw things at you.

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[scratchitti]

There's that at least.

[He gives a slightly sly look]

You'll have to really put your heart into making it up though, if it's that bad.

[soundsurfing]

[That makes Beat laugh and he tilts his head to smirk back.]

Bro, tell you what. If this blows it? We'll do anythin' you wanna do, aight?

[scratchitti]

Yeah?

[He snickers]

I'll have to think of something good then.

[soundsurfing]

Somehow bro, that jus' seems sinster.

[He trusts him tho, and he hopes Neku trusts him as he fetches their ramen now that it's done, setting the bowls in front of them.]

You ready for this??

[scratchitti]

Oh come on, I wouldn't do anything TOO bad.

[Oh shit, there's the soup]

Alright... let's do this.

[soundsurfing]

Bro, don' even, I know yer mind. Yer devious.

[He's already tossing chilli and cheese, and cutting up hotdogs into his ramen with a look of concentration. It... it looks disgusting.]

[scratchitti]

[He's not gonna answer that, instead watching Beat.... c o o k?

Oh god it looks so bad]

You... don't handle food at home, do you?

[soundsurfing]

Nah yo, I ain't 'lowed.

[Listen there might or might not have been a small fire. He eyes his concoction.]

Looks like it's missin' somethin'...

[scratchitti]

What? French fries?

[soundsurfing]

... I di'nt buy any.

[That woulda been a good idea though. Instead he stirs his bowl around, using his chopsticks to pick up some, making sure to get everything.]

Yo betchu 5 its gonna taste great.

[Is he stalling? Maybe.]

[scratchitti]

I'll take that bet- remember, you're still paying for the food though.

[So either way Neku doesn't lose much and his smirk makes that obvious]

[soundsurfing]

Aight aight, I know.

[Okay he's not going to get moral support. He realizes this now.

Trying to look more confident than he feels, Beat puts his food into his mouth.]

[scratchitti]

[He watches carefully, grin growing]

[soundsurfing]

[Don't grin at him. Don't you do it.

Even if Beat's expression is turning more and more horrifiedby the second.

He hasn't even removed the chopsticks from his mouth.]

[scratchitti]

Good, right?

[soundsurfing]

Mmm....

[That is the most unpositive noise Beats ever made.

But he'll swallow and gently set his chopsticks down, reach into his pocket, and pull out five hundred yen to hand it to Neku.]

[scratchitti]

[He takes it, making a big show of putting it in his wallet]

You tried.

[soundsurfing]

Be a bro an' don' let me try again....

[He's eying the chicken nuggets, because if something that sounded like it'd go so well together DIDN'T, then he doesn't want to know what Neku's up against.]

You wanna jus'... skip that?

[scratchitti]

Yeah. Let's just split the other bowl and these, okay?

[soundsurfing]

Ugh no thanks yo, that [A gesture to his gross chunky ramen] killed my stomach. Think Ima be killed fer ruinin' the ramen?

[scratchitti]

Well I'M eating.

[He pulls the other bowl over]

What, you haven't noticed him giving you the death glare yet?

[soundsurfing]

Heh, have at du- He's been glarin'?!

[A quick look around and Beats sliding down further in the seat.]

Crap uh... we sneakin' out after aight? Jus' like, pay an' run cuz bro....

[scratchitti]

[He slurps at the soup]

Yeeeah we probably should hang around here.

[soundsurfing]

[Beats already getting the money out but he honestly doesn't look to be in too much of a hurry. Neku's actually a little distracting with the sucking at the soup thing.]

Ah... yeah... good idea yo.

[scratchitti]

[He shovels a bit more in his mouth, moving to drink as much of the broth as he can before they bolt]

I'll apologize to him later.