shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

take it back and i vwont pull your teeth out.

 

...Dragons. -eyebrow raise-

 

How are you intending to reach my teeth?

 

secret strategies i dont havwe to tell you about.

 

Yes, dragons. It was terrible, they ruined my day so many times.

 

I see. I look forward to finding them out.

...I imagine they would. Your world must be quite the place if your days are frequently ruined by dragons. Here we have only to fret over the coffee being overbrewed.

 

Well, not every day just quite a few of them. These days the worst I worry about is some angry magister trying to use blood magic on me.

 

-sips her wine- That sounds dreadfully impolite.

 

Well, yes it is but I have the gall to point out the wrongs in our government.

 

Ah, so you positively ask for it. -smiles at him over the rim of her glass. does she mean that? who the fuck knows-

 

Fine.

 

*Snorts and takes a sip* Of course! How dare I also not marry a nice woman and settle down, you know? Absolutely terrible.

 

Shocking. What a poor excuse for a gentleman you are.

 

Heh. Coming right up.
(Oneira conjures a mug of black tea. Strong, but not bitter.)

[sorry for the delay, no wifi on the commute]

 

Indeed, I am truly the worst.

 

Still, perhaps attending a gentleman's club will help you regain some respectability. There seems to be a club for every taste springing up these days.
-her expression is still neutrally pleasant-

 

(Apostasia breaks into schoolgirl giggles and hides her face in Switchblade's neck.)

 

Ha! Perhaps. If I have time that is, though I suppose I would have to drag my beau along. *Snickers and takes a sip of wine*

 

There is a lot of fun to be had with one's beau at these clubs, I understand. -okay that's a smirk she's wearing now-

 

"We're not all couples," Valiska sings out from her place of honour between her mates.

With a wave of her hand, Valiska manifests a shower above Itch's head. Warm water and sweet-smelling suds descend upon her and her disgusting green loogie, which is quickly rinsed away. "You don't have to be a Victorian lady in my presence, but you do have to not be fucking disgusting."

Valiska hands Samira a delicate cup full of pale green, faintly sweet tea with tiny yellow petals floating in it. "So...what does the way I make my tea have to do with your...employer?"