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Open Post: Now in 2020

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

♛ The above muses are the ones I currently feel the most confident in and/or am currently voicetesting. You can also consult my muse list and request one of my other muses, although depending on the character I may be either slower or just not feeling it.
♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line!
♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/whatever tickles your fancy! Some possible memes/AUs to exploit for prompts or general ideas are the Random Scenario Meme, Scenario Generator, Caught in the Rain Meme, Winter Wonderland Meme, Jamjar Meme, Shared Dreaming, Body Heat Meme, Train to the Afterlife, Pokemon AU, Harry Potter AU or Ultimate Talent Development Plan AU for Dangan Ronpa characters.
♛I'm open to most types of scenarios. The main exceptions are that I don't play smut (nsfw elements are still fine in threads with characters other than Steven), and I prefer to avoid threads that are at extremes of being dark/depressing/violent.
♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.

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[How is she supposed to maintain her mature appearance when he's so cute and sweet??? But despite that warm, fluttery feeling, she does manage, finding his answer amusing and chuckling a little. He makes himself pretty obvious at least, which she strangely finds charming. Normally she finds such behavior off-putting, but maybe it's because Donald seems more genuine.]

Is that so? I might have wondered how you've been, too.

[Okay, yes she did, usually when she hears a song and is reminded of his singing.]

Since we have this chance and neither of us have anything planned, how about we take a walk and catch up?

[He hopes he doesn't look too foolish. He wishes he could be smoother, and he can only imagine the (totally very great) advice that Jose and Panchito would give him. But at the end of the day, he ends up wearing his heart on his sleeve most of the time. It's especially hard not to when faced with someone like Daisy. He almost feels his heart skip when she hints at maybe having thought about him when he wasn't around as well!

At her offer, he stands up straight and quickly nods.]

Sure! I'd love to! [He feels so excited! And so nervous. As if any moment, Daisy could realize what a loser he is and ditch him. But his heart surges with energy, and a confidence that the opposite would happen instead.] I- I could really use someone to walk with!

[Oh Donald. She barely even knows the guy yet she can't help but be a little interested and want to know more about him and even help him a little. Perhaps after all the people she's had to be surrounded by and deal with over the years his openness is refreshing for her, allowing her to not feel like she has to keep up airs and relax a little.

Tucking in her bag a little more under her arm, she turns towards the direction he was heading. She hadn't really been going in any particular way and it might be odd to make him walk back the way he came if he had been planning to go farther.

Hm...should she take off her sandals...? It's the beach so either way would work, but..she'll keep them on for now. So onward to the definitely-not-a-date walk on the beach!]

So, how have you been? Anything new with the band gig you and the boys were trying to put together?

[Donald dusts off his hands and falls into a leisurely stroll with Daisy along the beach. Luckily, the wind seems to have died back down to a gentle summer breeze, making it much more relaxing compared to the whirlwinds that made them cross paths - and heads. A gentle smile remains on Donald's face through the stroll. Now this is the peace he kept on hoping for! Even if it's also accompanied by butterflies in his stomach.]

I've been well! Uh, nothing new with the band! We're on a break right now while we figure things out. [Or rather, until they hatch a new scheme to boost their popularity. He hopes he's still cool without his band to back him up...!] I still keep busy with taking care of my family and going on trips. [Or adventures.]

How about you, how are you?

[He can just serenade her all by himself, that's fine.]

Not too bad, just busy as usual. [Said with a slightly tired sounding sigh.] Between planning for Glamour's parties and working on my portfolio, hardly any time for myself. [Which is why she's really glad to not only have this day off, but she got to meet Donald.]

But when you said family...you mean your, er, kids, right?

[With everything that happened after she didn't really have much time to figure out if those two boys were his sons or something else. He doesn't seem like he's married, not if he's interested in her, but better to be safe and figure this out. So while she's asking this as casually as possible, she's definitely paying particular attention to how he answers.]

[Donald nods along. It's a shame that she still has to deal with Glamour, but hopefully she's learned to show Daisy some of the respect she deserves.]

Busy times! [He chimes in agreement.] I'm glad you got some time to relax.

[Ah right, the kids. He didn't fully explain them to her did her...]

That's part of it! The kids are my nephews. Louie and Dewey were at the party, and they're Huey's too. They're my sister's, but I had to raise them while she was on the moon. [You know, as you do.]

[OH GOOD. Well, not that she would think any less if they were his sons or anything. Assuming he was single and not married of course. If anything being a single dad looking after his own kids has a certain charm that she honestly never would have thought of until she met him. With how worried he had been about them back at the party... Wait, back up girl. You can't be that smitten with him so easily!! ~~yes she is~~

Even so, a light smile begins to form before her brain finally registers what he just said at the end.]

Wait—the moon!?

[He. He means like some place named "the moon" or something, right?? Like some getaway resort or—but that doesn't make sense, either—???]

[Just one single uncle-dad here! And he appreciates that she didn't sound like she had a problem with the idea of him having kids. He can't be with anyone who can't get along with his family! (Disclaimer: Unless it's Scrooge, he'd be a-okay with her hating Scrooge. And not the end of the world if she doesn't get along with Gladstone or Fethry either...)

He nods, his smile fading as he thinks back.]

Yeah. [The word comes out on a sad sigh.] Long story short, she tested out a rocket when the kids were eggs and got lost in space. We just got her back a few months ago. [Not long before that whole little invasion happened!]

Tested a rocket...lost in space...?

[Daisy frowns, her brows furrowing as she mutters to herself for a moment before she stops and suddenly grabs Donald's arms.]

Wait—you mean your sister is the Della Duck!?

[He's so surprised by that reaction that he doesn't think to feel flustered by her grabbing onto his arms! (Not yet, at least.)

He answers meekly with a smile.]

She's the only Della Duck I know!

Oh my gosh... I remember hearing about her case all those years ago, and then the recent news about her return and everything that happened!

[Kind of hard to miss all the crazy chaos that happens in Duckberg. ]

And you were taking care of her kids all this time... And by yourself? [The initial shock from this sudden revelation starts to fade as she starts to think more about his circumstances. Lost his sister, had to take care of her nephews, never knowing when or if he'd see her again— That really couldn't be easy for him.]

I'm glad everything is okay now, but... You must have really had a hard time, huh?

[Sometimes, life really be like a hurricane. He gives a soft nod. He might have had help from Uncle Scrooge and Miss Beakley towards the end there, but for the most part he's been on his own raising them.]

It wasn't easy! But it's rewarding. [He says, a warm smile returning to his face. The three can of them can cause him so many headaches and near heart attacks, but he doesn't love them any less.]

They're good kids. Most of the time! [Donald adds that last bit there as a joke.]

[A light smile forms before it turns a little more amused as she releases him and steps back.]

They were the ones who came up with that scheme at the party, right? With the green one as the ringleader I'm guessing.

[Ah, released at least... actually, he liked her holding onto him more.

He chuckles as he thinks back to that night.]

Yeah, that was two of them! The green one's Louie, and the blue one's Dewey. The planner and the daredevil. There's one more who wasn't there, Huey. He's the responsible one! Here, look!

[He holds up his phone and starts scrolling through some pictures of him and the boys, including some recent ones involving Della. None of them are perfectly posed family pictures, but their personalities shine in all of them.]

[She has to lean in a little close to get a good look at the pictures, don't mind her.]

Aw, they look adorable! And quite the handful. [She can't help but chuckle a little at some of the other pictures.] They might look the same, but even here I can tell them apart. [Given her line of work assisting Glamour, needing to be able to read people and their intents, she could probably do at least that much, anyway.

She takes a moment to look over the feelings before glancing up at him and teases him a little.]

So what's the worst prank they've pulled on you?

[He can feel every time she gets closer like feeling an epicenter of warmth closing in on him. Nervously, he huddles a little closer while he cycles through the picture.]

Right on both counts! [He says with his own little chuckle.] You've got a good eye. [Just as she has a good ear. Her perceptiveness knows no bounds!

Nor does her capacity to tease. He shakes his head sheepishly.]

That's tough to pick. A-and embarrassing! [Don't embarrass him in front of Daisy, Daisy!]

[But he's so cute when he's embarrassed! Still, she'll let him off a little with a laugh.]

Okay, then maybe a favorite story?

[This isn't her way in trying to learn more about him or anything, nnnoope.]

[How merciful of her!]

Okay! [At least that's more pleasant to think about. Now his smile grows more fond as he thinks back.]

One of them would be one time when, uh, I didn't get a job. I was feeling really down! They had caused so much trouble the day before. But then, they each came together and did something thoughtful for me. Louie sent me a phone call from a hotline for 'best uncle in the world'. Dewey gave me a pretend interview where he treated me like a celebrity, and Huey read me a bunch of statistics about all sorts of incredible things I could still do at my age! I felt like I was back on my feet in no time.

It was really sweet of them!

[As she listens, she notices that fond look in his eyes and the warmth of his smile as he talks about his nephews. It's not the first time she's listened to parents or others talk about their kids or younger relatives, and while she never completely ignores them, this is one of the few times she avidly listens. And as she listens she can hear a little more about the boys' personalities and get a glimpse of their relationship with Donald.

It really was sweet, and she's already smiling by the end of it.]

Did you get the job?

[Come to think of it, she had just assumed he was a musician of some kind because of they met, but she wonders if that's really all.]

[She seems to be hanging onto his story and enjoying it. He feels proud of that! And a warmth tingles within him. It's not often that anyone pays that much attention to him! Especially when he's easily overshadowed by his uncle or Cousin Gladstone.

But then, Daisy's already shown herself as someone who understands him like no one else.

He does look down at her question, somewhat ashamed.]

Uh... N-no. I didn't get that one. [Almost all of his job hunt stories have the same ending.]

[That actually surprises her and it shows.]

Really? What were you applying for?

[He seems like a capable guy...]

Which one was that? Lemme remember. [He has to think back through all the disasterous job interviews. They blur together after a while!]

Oh right! I was trying to be a waiter. The interview actually went well. But then, on my way out... I slipped.

What? Just for that?

Guess it's a good thing if they were going to be that strict about it.

[He holds up a hand, and then continues.]

...And knocked over every plate in the dining room trying to stop myself.

[Donald looks haunted.]

I never saw that much tomato sauce before...

...O-oh...

[Alright. This is awkward.]

I'm sorry about that. But they weren't all that bad, were they...?

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