call me out meme

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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ refer to the list above 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/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario or borrow something from a bakerstreet meme. (here are some of my favorites: random scenario, tfln, hurt/comfort meme, you should have knocked, drunk meme, not just a robot) meme code.

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keywords are important and also relevant

[impheired]

[Okay so it's not like he's NEVER accidentally walked in on Peko when he shouldn't have. It doesn't happen overly-often, sure. But it's happened enough times that he's gotten to a point where he can just slide the door closed again, walk away, and still manage to make eye contact with her ten minutes later.]

[Somehow, this is worse than walking in on her in a state of undress though. Somehow this is enough to make him regress back to the point where he just stands in the doorway, bright red with a combination of embarrassment and mortification.]

Wh...wh...

[What are you wearing? What is that? What is? We just don't know. How do words work?]

what good keywords

[perfectstrike]

[Oh no.

Maybe she'd passed by a maid cafe on the way home from school a couple days ago, and maybe she'd slowed down a little to check out what it looked like inside. A little. Maybe.

And maybe being able to see how someone could control someone else by acting subservient had piqued her interest. A little. Maybe.

It wasn't like she'd intended on using it. Just trying it on to see how it looked! And maybe try thinking about what it would be like to have that kind of control. A little. Maybe.

With all those maybes, she hadn't ever expected the young master himself to ever actually see her wear it. At the sound of her door opening, there's a bit of a strangled noise as she spins and-- clasps her skirt. As if that could somehow hide the entire outfit.]

Y-young master, I was just--!!

[Just. What. There is no explaining this. Nothing.]

i knew one day they would finally be relevant

[impheired]

[The attempt to hide the entire outfit is an overwhelming failure. Which should come as no surprise whatsoever because really now.]

J-J-Just...?!

[Just what?! Please explain because he has no idea what is going on here, or what he should be doing at all. How can this be worse than accidentally walking in on her in her underwear. How. It doesn't make sense. And yet, here we are.]

[He should probably stop staring but that's proving to be easier said than done, really.]

[perfectstrike]

Just...

[She goes through several options, all variants on "just trying it out/on" but-- nope. Nothing. She's got nothing. There's no justifying this. She just wanted to, because she liked it. That kind of answer definitely isn't good enough though, so best to just not answer at all.]

A-anyway. [She brushes both hands over her skirt as if to straighten it, then just crosses her arms. This is. Fine. This is normal. (No.)]

What do you need, young master?

[She's not offering to take the dress off, in spite of the bright burning flush still coloring her cheeks. It's already on, it's too late now.]