【the ❝TEST DRIVE❞ meme】 a roleplay meme to figure out who to app to eachdraidh (maybe).
♛ [so..how about for MARY, she's in the internet cafe at the station and she is currently mesmerized by the coffeemachines. Don't think the presence of forks hasn't escaped her notice either, or the strange sight and smell of nearby french fries. What a crazy exotic modern place. Now she's just going to press a button and let out a small gasp as some coffee starts pouring out into the bottom drain thing of the coffee machines.]
♛ [as for TOBY he is at the welcome feast, looking for a drink, preferably a JD. Because he's rude and isn't really paying attention to where he's going, he bumps right into your character]
You caught up on Nolan. [Dammit Toby.] Well, you aren't wrong. They say that sometimes, we fall into sleeps. Years might pass by at home while we sleep and we wake up just a short seven days later. Very Inception.
Wait..so we're being incepted here, and back home is like the dream state? [ugh, he does not want to puzzle this out] This is why I prefer when he does those Batman films. Have you seen those yet?
I sort of fell behind during those years where I wasn't dead, and then, you know, what with the repeated deaths and the resurrection of this bastard I knew back in the 80s, I got a little distracted. Shame we can't catch 'em on Netflix now, eh, Toby?
[And as Dorian's hand falls, his fingers brush just so against Toby's. Affectionately.]
If I did, they would have to keep waiting. I would prefer to continue what I have started with my current partner.
[And look. Dorian puts a hand on Toby's. The smile isn't precisely shy—he is long past that—but it is hopeful. They can try what they're starting, right?]
People usually don't like being kept waiting. [Toby keeps his eyes locked on Dorian. He doesn't move his hand away, but he does allow his thumb to reach up and stroke at the side of Dorian's hand] As much as I like a good party, we might be better served somewhere else. Let's get out of here. You can give me the lay of the land, show me where you're calling home these days...
[Forgive Dorian for the way that he himself might turn a little red. HE ISN'T FLUSHING, HE IS JUST TEMPTING TOBY BY REMINDING HIM OF ALL THE BLOOD UNDER HIS SKIN. SO THERE!]
Yeah? [More to contain his own happiness than to step on Toby's, he adds as he pulls Toby up,] Show you the nice underground ruins where you can recite Wordsworth to yourself?
[he takes Dorian's hand and gets up easily] How about we find something to do together in those underground ruins. [grins] Or better yet, I can save Wordsworth for the best possible moments.
[he steps closer to Dorian, his voice throaty and breathy]
For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth--so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
[at the last line he moans in an imitation of sex. It sounds nothing like Toby, but instead sounds like something out of some period drama or cheap soap opera. He steps away from Dorian, grinning brightly.]
And what was: [in his best imitation of Dorian and Dorian's voice/way of speaking] 'Show you the nice underground ruins where you can recite Wordsworth to yourself?'
[Dorian is going to try to play it off like a hipster and like they aren't in a cool magic castle sooo.] Would you rather start with the stables, the library, or the underground ruins?
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[And as Dorian's hand falls, his fingers brush just so against Toby's. Affectionately.]
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[at the contact Toby's fingers curl under his palms involuntarily. If his heart could flutter, it would. Somehow they are in a shoujo series, idk how.
Pull it together, man!]
Yeah, but it will all still be waiting for us.
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[He leans closer to Toby.] Even so, it's nice to find things you thought you'd have to wait for turning up unexpectedly.
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[straighten your collar, Dorian! Toby is just going to try to not stare down at that collar and that pretty little neck of Dorian's.]
Didn't think you were one to wait for anything.
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[And look. Dorian puts a hand on Toby's. The smile isn't precisely shy—he is long past that—but it is hopeful. They can try what they're starting, right?]
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Yeah? [More to contain his own happiness than to step on Toby's, he adds as he pulls Toby up,] Show you the nice underground ruins where you can recite Wordsworth to yourself?
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[he steps closer to Dorian, his voice throaty and breathy]
For him, a Youth to whom was given
So much of earth--so much of heaven,
And such impetuous blood.
[at the last line he moans in an imitation of sex. It sounds nothing like Toby, but instead sounds like something out of some period drama or cheap soap opera. He steps away from Dorian, grinning brightly.]
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Oh, shove off!
[No more hand holding HE WILL LITERALLY SHOVE TOBY]
I can't believe you.
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[Those really do exist.]
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