OPEN POST 2020.

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【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]

[ She leans back and he knows he's in for something like a list. And she doesn't disappoint, though he feels that same strange mix of both embarrassment and flattery. Though there is something warm that spread through him because she's the only one who could be so accurate about him.

He shifts in his seat, angling his body towards her a bit more, watching her face. There's a faint smile on her mouth and he wants nothing more, in this moment, to kiss the curve. ]

How about now?

[wraithes]

[ her eyebrows arch slightly at the adjustment of his posture, how his eyes search her face. and for a moment, inej almost points out that she can’t just pull observations out of nothing like a fortune teller wearing a jackal mask... but her brow furrows, as she really pays attention.

he is watching her. as he does sometimes, when they have conversations. but this is a little different. his eyes aren’t necessarily meeting hers, but are flickering down. watching her jawline, maybe? or... no, that doesn’t seem right.

it’s rare that Inej doesn’t see something, but this seems to be one of those times. but just as inej is about to tell him so, it suddenly hits her that his eyes aren’t drawn to her jaw, but her mouth.

ah.

her lips twitch, and inej sets her cup down, though her hands are still curved around it. ]

I wouldn’t want to make you blush again.

[ amused. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ As always, he knows she'll come to the right conclusion. This might be slightly more difficult. Maybe. He has no idea what his expression says right now; it feels like it's somewhat neutral.

Though he can't stop mirroring the little smile she gets when she finally figures it out. ]

Try me.

[wraithes]

[ kaz has certain tells that inej is certain only she knows, but even he fools her, with the purposeful lies he can tell, the stories he can spin. he nearly did when kaz spun the tale of burying pekka's child alive. he's very convincing, when he wants to be.

but in normal conversations that aren't with pekka rollins, inej can tell when kaz can be pushed, and when it is a useless battle. when she can delicately nudge him in the right direction, or when she has to all but drag him, kicking and screaming, toward the right choice. she can tell when he's listening, and when he's pretending to listen, and when he wants nothing to do with the conversation anymore -- because those are three different twitches in his cheek, as he holds his tongue between his teeth.

now, though, the reason why it takes so long to figure out what she can normally collect in an instant is because she's genuinely surprised that he's thinking of her. and inej dwells on that thought for a moment, allowing it to settle around her shoulders before she closes the space between them, to press her lips against his cheek briefly before returning to her coffee, sipping it gently. ]

Maybe later.

[ xo ]

[ketterdamn]

[ They've both become rather adept in speaking each other's language. The silent kind, like the minute changes in her expression when she'd annoyed with him, or when she's turning an idea over in her head. It's how he'd known her tell, in the hotel when she'd asked.

She hadn't figured out his, though he thinks now she might be able to. Now that he's showing, in fits and starts, how often he does think of her. Even if those thoughts are fleeting. Which, being in such close proximity nearly all day, she's more of a constant than anything else. What's more is he's grown to like it. The day in and day out, spending time and chatting about nothing in particular. He can already tell he's going to miss it when he's back in Ketterdam, back to his desk and schemes and running a gang without her nearby.

So he's going to soak up what he can. Like the gentle kiss to his cheek, making his smile widen by a fraction.

Maybe he should be more worried that it happened so out in the open but he can't find it in him to care. ]

Just maybe? [ Naturally, he's a pest for details. ]

[wraithes]

[ she arches her eyebrows at his perceived impatience, allowing her own smile to widen a little in return over the rim of her coffee cup. ]

Patience is a virtue.

[ and inej tilts her head toward the rest of the blini.

they should probably get through breakfast before kaz has her waltzing down a road past the point of no return and distraction. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ He huffs a laugh at her response, though he concedes to her overall point. It's still breakfast; they have plenty of the day left.

That doesn't stop him from being a little bit of a brat. ]

Preaching patience to a Barrel rat? [ He says, folding over another blini. ] You'd have better luck singing the birds out of trees.

[ But then, she probably could. The crows on his windowsill are practically hers, after all. ]

[wraithes]

And you are asking for haste of a spider.

[ an easy retort, as she sets down her coffee to select another blini -- this one with fruit -- picking it up carefully. ]

You should know by now that impatience means you lose your prey.

[ like you, sir. ]

I think you can survive until at least dinner.

[ketterdamn]

[ It's true that he knows the importance of waiting. Of being careful and relying on observation before making any moves. After all, it's how he's gotten this far, how he's managed to stay ahead of the game.

Her words have his eyebrows lifting as he eats his blini. Pretty sure no one in recent memory has thought of him as prey. Maybe Van Eck, but that had been his mistake. A mistake, all around.

And he knows that being considered such a thing by anyone else wouldn't send a slow slither of interest down his spine. ]

I'm already stuck in a certain web. [ If they're going to be using analogies. He's keen to watch it all unfold; the rest of the day, the both of them without responsibility. Though undoubtedly he's curious to see what she'll do, later. ]

[wraithes]

[ inej actually has no idea what she's going to do to make him blush, mostly because she hadn't expected him to challenge her to do much of anything.

she's now realizing she should probably think of something. -- well, she has all day. ]

I think you will survive.

[ wryly, popping the rest of her blini into her mouth, chewing slowly to soak up all the flavors. and once she's finished, and swallows, she says: ]

You have done as much so far. [ and inej scoots her chair a little closer, so her leg bumps into his (good one), resting her leg against him as she looks out onto the street. ] Should we move farther into the city, after we are finished eating?

[ketterdamn]

This is more than surviving.

[ He knows what she means, but the tonal change is...well, he needs to say it. Surviving had been every hour of every day thinking about how he was going to get through. How he was going to take out Rollins and make him pay dearly for everything. It had been an existence and not much else, as he's rapidly finding out. There's more to life than revenge; though he doesn't regret the time spent getting it.

Because it's all brought him here, eating blini with Inej's leg pressed up against his own. Away from business and responsibility for the first time since he'd left Lij. He finishes eating his blini and brushes his fingers off, settling a palm on her knee. ]

Might as well. This place is bigger than it first looked.

[wraithes]

[ this is more than surviving causes a moment of pause, and she watches kaz for a moment as he places his hand on her knee. and the simple sentence strikes a chord in her, because she, too, has been doing nothing but surviving. from one day to the next. from one payment on her debt to the next. and finally, she can pursue life.

life means the seas, and setting people free. life means the ability to defend herself, and obtain justice. life means inej ghafa walking through ketterdam unafraid, while tante haleen scrapes together coin for food. but life also means sitting at this nameless cafe with kaz, eating blini and drinking coffee and talking about their plans for the day.

so when kaz turns to her, and says that they might as well explore, inej leans forward to press her lips against his, in a soft kiss. and once that is done, her cheeks slightly pink (because it is in public), she says: ]

I think there are more shops further down the street, here.

[ketterdamn]

[ She's silent for a few moments and he takes that time to sip his (now cooled) coffee. It's good to have something that isn't watered down. To have coffee that isn't just there to drink down as quickly as possible.

Then again, that seems to be a theme being here. They can just enjoy their time without worrying about having to be somewhere or abide by any timetable aside from their own.

And he's definitely enjoying this sudden turn of affection. First the kiss to his cheek and now the one she presses to his mouth, a soft brush. He looks at her in a bit of surprise, head tilted as if to ask: what for? ]

Plan on adding to your knife collection?

[wraithes]

It is not a collection.

[ only slightly put out, by the phrasing, as inej settles back into her chair, only offering him a small smile, at his questioning look.

maybe she can tell him later tonight, in private, what this means to her. but such things aren't supposed to be said in public, so he will have to be patient. ]

I use all of them.

[ as if that makes a difference. ]

[ketterdamn]

It can still be a collection.

[ He takes another sip of his coffee, mind working on two things at the same time. There's the curiosity over what that kiss had been, aside from something impulsive.

And there's also the vague wonder at what the rest of the city will be like. ]

You're just not exactly like a collector. [ They keep things simply to keep them, rather than use anything. ]

[wraithes]

[ the semantics cause an arch of her eyebrows, as she collects her coffee cup to take another drink. she's nearly done with hers, but doesn't seem to be in any rush to move. simply enjoying the moment, the weight of his hand on her leg. ]

I may want to add another one to my stores.

[ it's not a collection!!!!!! ]

But new clothing would be nice, too. Fresh ink.

[ inej is nothing but practical. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Well, close enough. He doesn't argue her sort of agreement.

(It's definitely a collection. One he's fed into over the past few years). ]

I could use a new vest. [ Actually, he could use a couple. For some reason, they seem to take the brunt of most of the rips and tears in fights. ] Looking for a particular piece?

[wraithes]

Mmm... [ it's a noise of consideration, as she thinks on what she's looking for. ] No, I do not think so. I just want one from here. [ from ravka, from home.

but at kaz's suggestion, her lips purse together into a smile that looks suspiciously like she's trying not to laugh. ]

In fuschia?

[ she won't let that go. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ That he can understand– the clothes in Kerch aren't exactly the same all over. Shirts were definitely cut differently in Lij and coming to Ketterdam had been a bit of an adjustment.

Not that he intends to go back to wearing anything he used to. But he understands her desire to have clothing from her homeland. ]

Absolutely not. [ Bright colors are not for him. Well: ] Maybe a tie.

[wraithes]

[ a laugh escapes at the absolutely not, and inej rests her chin in her hands, to watch him as she tries to envision what he would look like even in just a brightly colored tie.

. . . her imagination is not quite that good. but: ]

Maybe green.

[ thoughtfully, wrinkling her nose in thought. ]

I think green would be possible.

[ and not make him look terrible. ]

[ketterdamn]

Not lime green.

[ Though perhaps that isn't a thing here as much as it is in the Barrel. He hasn't seen anyone on the street wearing it just yet; the patterns and colors are different. ]

Another green, maybe. [ Something he'd be willing to try. Kaz finishes his coffee and pats her leg, reluctantly withdrawing his touch. ] Ready, then?

[wraithes]

An olive green.

[ a more muted shade, and inej nods once before she rises to her feet, offering out her hand so he can both stand and take it in his own.

today was going to be a good day, she could feel it. ]

Or an emerald, if you feel like being obnoxious.

[ obnoxious for him, anyway. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Olive green, that's do-able. His knee-jerk reaction still has him not wanting any color aside from a dark red. But he is in a different country with different sensibilities. It could be interesting.

As she stands, he takes her hand and gets up, leaning a bit towards her simply to steady himself. He grabs his coat, pulls it on, and then plucks his cane up from where it's leaning against the table edge. ]

We'll see.

[wraithes]

[ it's a lovely afternoon out, all things considered. she spends about an hour in a clothing shop run by a lovely suli woman. truthfully, it's less the clothes and more the fact that inej can speak her own language with another person that takes so long. but kaz doesn't seem to mind . . . though inej is suspicious that that has less to do with inej speaking suli, and more that he had an interest in what she wore.

but she allows him to escape that without embarrassment. she even buys a dress, though that's less because she wanted it and more because the suli woman coaxed her into it.

so -- with clothing in tow, and a new knife, they return to the room. and inej is lying on the bed, still wearing what she wore out that day, but sans shoes, toying with the new knife she purchased as she speaks to the ceiling: ]

Should we order food to the room?

[ for dinner.

she's not feeling particularly inclined to leave the room again. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Truthfully, he can't remember the last time he had such a relaxing afternoon. There's been times in Ketterdam, sure, where he's had an hour here and there to himself. But since taking over the Dregs, those moments have been few and far between. And any time he ends up with, he usually thinks about work or things adjacent to work.

So. It's nice, not only doing something so ordinary, but also spending time with Inej all the while. They find the shop run by a suli woman about five storefronts deep and he knows almost immediately that they'll be here a while. It turns out he's right and he doesn't mind, enjoying listening to Inej chatter away with the older woman in suli, the language musical and pleasant.

There's also the matter of Inej being convinced into trying on a dress. It's a relatively long dress but he gets a glimpse of her legs and it's...distracting. As they leave the shop, he might leave the suli woman a little extra. Even if Inej never wears the damn thing again, it was worth it.

He's still thinking about it, idly, as he flips through a book he'd picked up– general information about Ravkan history– when her question pulls him out of his concentration. ]

Unless you feel like going out. [ His gaze flicks down to her bare feet and how she's completely flopped back onto the bed. Something says they'll be staying in. He shuts his book and comes over, sitting almost right next to her. Almost. ] Which somehow, I don't think you do.