shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Blood? Viscera? Womb???

 

No. None of those.

Something I've read before. Yes. This. I believe this is right. The word.

 

Fork.

 

-the mis protest! And several try to crawl in the intruders shirt for warmth-

 

I am awake. Looking back on my journal entries feels somewhat off. Light and increasingly beyond my grasp as like the puffs of a dream. Yet, as I read and as I write now I know. I know that I have died, clawing at my own throat. Yet, here I am alive. Alive in a pool of water, not deep and yet endlessly so. It hardly goes to my ankles, but I cannot see the bottom. If there is one. It is as though I were to be standing on the lake outside the school at night. That is what it makes me think of.

 

vwell, someone svwallowved a vwolume of pretentious poetry.

 

Oh! Oh there is the school building! I must explore it.

 

[Orlandeau tries to set Juice on the ground so that he can remove the mis, which are beginning to tickle. However, noticing that Juice has already managed to fall back asleep, he instead sits in one of the unoccupied armchairs, holding them in his lap with one arm while frustratedly attempting to remove the mis from his shirt and gently place them on the ground.]

 

HEY, STUPID LOOKING HAIR GUY. TOSS THE LITTLE VWHITE MEOWVBEASTS OVWER AND ILL DEAL VWITH EM FOR YOU.

 

-The mis wish to remain with the warm. They purr and give Orlandeau big sad kitten eyes-

-loud hissing-

 

[It is supereffective! He bites his bottom lip and tries to hide how torn he looks.]

*Sweats nervously*
F-fine, I can see you kittens aren't gonna give up, so you can hitch a ride in the small animal compartment of juice's sweater.

 

booooooo. defeated by a bunch of CATS. VWIMP.

 

Spoiler: nsfw joke

You know, I think this is the second time I've prevented you from getting any pussy.

 

*The joke is lost on her trollian sensibilities.* vwhat vwas the first time??

 

-They purr loudly, a few noof him. The sweater is inhabited-
"Mi!" -one mi decided it´s riding on Orlandeaus shoulder now-

-sing songing- Mimimimi mi mi!

 

*She makes a swipe at them from her terrifying proximity of ten feet away.*

 

I'm surprised that you don't know how to have good sex without a dick involved.

 

one, vwho the FUCK am i going to bang. my hot demon girlfriend got chased avway and havwe you SEEN vwho i livwe vwith? TVWO, didnt say you had to havwe a dick. you just gotta havwe SOME betvween-the-legs.

 

*frowns*

*it appeared that his attempt at a snarky insult had seriously backfired*

Oh, whatever...

 

[At this point, Orlandeau does not trust Itch near the remaining Mis, and is starting to get comfy in the chair.
So Instead of leaving as he previously intended, he further settles into the seat, adjusting Juice so that they rest in his lap more comfortably, with Juice unconsciously hugging against him as he does so.]