shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

;D

 

-She flops on him.-

 

-he dodges her-
Sorry, cuddle privileges cost ya unless ya own my aft.

 

"Best meal I've ever had," she admits with a grin. "Plus, they were dead anyway. I found the sealed orders in the captain's quarters. The money-men behind the theft wanted the crew dead after the gold was handed off. No witnesses, no talking. I'm guessing the captain got offered a large sum to do this. And I bet that his bosses intended to kill him too, afterward."

 

What, aren't we friends?

 

"Now, wait a second," Jame interjects. "Is the blame really on the one who obeyed, not the one who gave the orders? I argue not. Gerridon chose the path he rode. At least in my version of our lives."

 

I don't have friends.

 

Yes. Ya make a good chair. -continues to purr.-

 

Oh.

You act kinda like my old friends did to me.

 

You sure know how to make the specialists happy don´t you? -smirk-

 

Always a good thing ta hear from a source less biased than Flips.

 

Considering I am aiming to be as repulsive as possible, your old freinds were abusive as slag, darlin'.

 

-a wink and a finger pistol-
That's how ya make sure ya won't get shot fer bein' the bringer a' bad news.

 

or i could just not have a dad. whats the point of a dad, anyways.

 

What? No! Mostly they weren't!

 

I'm not any better at this sarcasm thing than I am at understanding it apparently. Whoops.

I have very little fondness for the current situation. There are reasons I take such efforts to spend time with my sister, this being among them. Though the most important is how cute she is when she mopes. Which is often.

 

*Affectionately nibbles @crocellsApostate's hair.*

 

I agree w´the brat, yer friends were rusty tailpipes to ya.

-grin- Always happy ta give a review. -sprawls-

 

Fucking probably. How things tend to work. Then again I'm a troll so what the fuck do I know.

 

Stop, time out, you are making me have a compassionate emotion and it makes me wanna purge my tanks.