shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Ew.
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Fuck Clowns With A Rusty Ten Foot Pole.

Yes That Is About You.

 

[As the marker approaches, one eye shoots open, and he grins wickedly, his veins beginning to glow grey.]
Surprise, but it's not nap time anymore, Juice's squirming woke me back up.

It's bathtime now.
[He opens his mouth wide, and gargling noises rise from the back of his throat]

 

do you honestly think spitting on me is going to do anything.

 

@an cloun

 

[A massive geyser of water suddenly erupts from the back of Orlandeau's throat in a collision course with Itch's face]

 

*WELL. At least she's marginally cleaner.*

 

[He begins to nod his thread so that the rest of Itch's body gets rinsed as well]

 

*The initial shock of a gusher to the face wears off and she rolls out of the way of the stream. Shudder shudder wet clothes wet hair everything is HORRIBLE.*

 

[He stops the torrent, and starts grinning smugly]

 

*Soggy distress.*

 

(just take them off.)

 

GOSH YOU ARE LIKE SO FUCKING BAD AT FLIRTING.

 

isnt her im interested in. mind minding your owvn business, by the vway?

 

go avway! only *i* get to insult my goonies.

 

Rhinestone, diamond dearest, leave that pitch disaster to themselves. I'm shore we can find someone you can ashenmeddle with.

 

vwhat?? gross, no. kinda hard to go pitch for someone youvwe seen sniffing an old dictionary!

 

(vwas it really that hard to just say 'no, vwere not a couple'. vwas the 'gross' absolutely necessary.)

 

(yes and yes. shut up!)

 

Keep telling yourself that, landlubber.

 

NAH

PFFFFF SWEETGILLS. YOU CANÄT TELL ME ANYTHIN.

AW :c

*URGE TO MEDDLE INCREASES*