OPEN POST 2020.

[legalized]

【my ❝CALL ME OUT❞ post】
get my ass in gear.

♛ here is my muselist. ♛ 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. meme code.

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[ketterdamn]

[ Inej goes for the popcorn and he picks up the pumpkin juice, curiosity finally getting to him. The cup is chilled on the edges and the juice itself smells faintly like a spice. Cinnamon? It's not too sweet when he takes a cautious sip, so he takes another right after while he watches the next act set up. ]

I'd wager plenty of people in the Barrel used to be more social. [ Himself included. But perhaps not the ones who'd been born into it and grown up there. Just the ones who'd been plucked or stolen. Outsiders who had to find their own way. ]

I used to climb trees, for the quiet. Our house was noisy. [ Jordie had always been a chatty one. And while his father hadn't been the most talkative, he could be found making some kind of noise—chopping wood, banging around in the kitchen to put things away, calling the chickens to feed. Their small amount of animals made their sounds and never truly went silent until night fell. ]

[wraithes]

[ the image of kaz climbing a tree causes a slight upward twitch of her mouth, into a smile, as she watches the acrobats. kaz has never really struck her as shy -- the opposite, really. he carries himself with such a confidence and purposeful arrogance that inej can't really envision him being unable to talk his way out of anything.

she guesses it's a learned skilled. ]

You still climb trees for the quiet.

[ after a moment, tilting her head up to look at him, with a knowing expression, and a genuine smile.

he has his completely unnecessary and stupid third floor office for a reason. ]

[ketterdamn]

The closest Ketterdam has to one, anyway. [ He mirrors the quirks of her smile, seeing where she'd been going with this. It's not like she's wrong—the third floor is a good spot to get away from the distractions and noise of the downstairs.

Also: ] It proves a point.

[ A stubborn one. But he wasn't about to let people think he couldn't do it just because he had a bad leg. He was just as capable, if not moreso in some ways.

The act has fully set up and they're balancing on a beam as well as juggling, doing some interesting passes back and forth. They make it look so easy as they walk past each other, perfectly in step. ]