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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[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.

[soundsurfing]

Nah dude, I'll do that. It was my idea. Actually bro, be right back.

[Plus he might need to get away from the idea of Neku's lips around something. He'll scoot out and go not only to pay but talk to the guy. And breeeeeeeathe]

[scratchitti]

[And Neku is utterly clueless on the effect he's having- it's not that he's some innocent flower. Not by far. But the idea that he could have that kinda effect is kinda new.

So he uses the chance to finish his food]

[soundsurfing]

[At least when he comes back, he looks less libido'ized. Properly chagrin, in fact.]

So uh... mighta gotten myself banned fer a bit. S'all paid tho.

[A pause as he stares at Neku. Now what?]

... Wanna go see a movie?

[scratchitti]

You're lucky that's all.

[He pauses, a little pink, but not looking away]

What, like a real date?

[soundsurfing]

... 'Zactly, yo!

[At least it seems like he's over being shy about it, now that he figured out what to do.]

C'mon bro, you can pick!

[scratchitti]

[He arches a brow]

Really? Anything I want?

[soundsurfing]

Sure bro, I ain't picky. The worst you can do?

[If Neku picks a romance, he's going to be very embarrassed]