shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

im not a vwirgin.

 

DAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!! TMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*she can barely keep a straight face. She is not actually scandalized*

 

youre not fucking funny.

 

Well, Arha, he's still young. He can still learn.
And that is also why we're here.
(Oneira nods sagely.)

 

.... OF COURSE SHE'SNOT FUCKING FUNNY I THOUGHT THE POINT WAS THAT SHE WAS FUCKING SCRATCH?
... OR IS SHE JUST FUCKING SLICK?

 

(Oneira spits her tea, laughing)

 

That's what she said.

 

get your cranium out of your spinal crevwice, vwould you?

 

HEY IS THIS YOU

 

WHY DO YOU LIKE FEEL FLUSTERED BY HOW FLEXIBLE I AM?

 

Ford grins at her, because he is completely aware that she is not scandalised.

 

(Oneira stares blankly at Slick, then turns to Scratch)
I can undersand why you're not keen on him. He doesn't have taste.

 

This is absolutely fascinating. The building I had found is indeed the very same Byrgenwerth that I went to when I lived. Everything is in its proper place, even the graveyard. Everything except the lake. There is no lake, unless one were to consider the seemingly endless expanse of water around me the lake. Above that "lake" there isn't a sky, but a boundless sea. I've taken to laying on the Provost's balcony and watching the choppy waves dance.

 

its pretty hard to be a vwirgin vwhen your home city is populated by attractivwe men vwhose only criteria is 'still breathing', and evwen thats a sometimes thing.

itch manages anyvways.

 

Sounds like hell sprung a leak.

 

ME THINKETH THE GENTLEMAN DOTH PROTEST TOO MUCH.

 

Hell's rather beautiful if that is the case!

 

"Hey Deadpool," Ford says, and waves. "Haven't seen you in a while."

 

do i need to rephrase that so you can understand it? get your HEAD out of your ASS.