shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

no. i got them cut off for theft.

 

*smirks*

I still don't want it.

 

vwhyre you so SECRETIVWE?

 

'Cause you have no right to know what goes in my bed.

 

[Orlandeau snores loudly. He has become so comfy, in fact, that he fell asleep in the armchair.]

 

*The crisp sound of a sharpie being uncapped resounds throughout the SPR.*

 

[they groggily open their eyes and turn toward the noise, staring lazily at itch]

 

*Slinks over to Orlandeau. If she can't have the Mis, she's going to clumsily scribble all over his face with her non-dominant hand.*

 

......what......are you doing.....*yawn*..........

 

(shhhhh.)

 

....don't like markers near me.......don't like how the scent feels in the air......or how my hand feels after using them.......it feels so grimy...smelly...course...rough...........*yawn*

 

(i said SHHHHHH.)

 

[juice murmurs in complaint about markers some more, subconsciously nuzzling their head against orlandeau's chest]

 

hornt

 

*groans* There are two of you guys in here now?

 

hon

 

Fuck Clowns.

 

Slate dearest, please don't. You don't know where it's been.

 

*The marker is carefully lowered onto Orlandeau's cheek, and used to draw many deformed bulges and chicken-scratch insults.*

 

Hooooooooon r

:oc