shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-Lacuna is suddenly all up in Norm's face, swinging a punch at him. She's scaled down to his size, but...-

 

... okay, I'm shutting up now.

 

Just fuck off man, okay? I don't need this right now! And Ave doesn't need you using them as an excuse to stir up shit, either!

 

*fucks off*

 

-She sits down heavily, covering her face.-

 

*Cough cough.* (drama queen.)

 

-She stiffens.-

 

"The skilled insult, my dear," Mindala says, syrupy poison-sweet, "is to not even say it. To not even have to. Anything more is amateur hour at best."

She smiles at Cronus, and it's as cold as the ice beneath the sugar.

 

-is a prickly but otherwise silent tori. today he is knitting. he does give mindala an approving nod though before returning to his knitting-

 

say what?

 

Your incompetence at insults is insulting to yourself.

 

i have no idea what youre talking about. havent insulted anyone recently.

 

*coughs in imitation of earlier @Cronus J. Ampora*

 

You wouldn't last a night in the Kencyrath like that.

 

good thing im not FROM some game of thrones sounding hellhole, then.

 

That that is your concern says a bit.

 

"And yet they have manners even so," Anhelia observes.

 

-anhelia also gets a nod-

 

Ooooooh, sounds delightful. (What is it with wars and starting with domestic fights?)

Curse? Blessing, more. Can't keep things stable if no one remembers the mistakes, what? Just look at what happened to Cybertron! You let one Prime die and the whole planet goes to infighting in a few decades. [He snorts.]

 

*walks over and pats her comfortably*