shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

i never said i de-assed him

 

But that was a reasonable conclusion for me to reach, considering, well... *norm gestures towards the ass stand*

 

[the codpiece is an irritating shade of neon orange, and is covered in purple stains, that the clown assures you is not blood, but the clown does not realize that this probably makes it even more disturbing]

 

girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend.

 

i only pick fights with mimes. i would never assault another clown.

there's a sort of camaraderie between us clowns you see

 

You didn't take it off before getting some nook?

 

vwhy vwould you take the codpiece off before getting some nook.

 

what happens offscreen doesn't count as erp

 

... well, I don't think cloth would feel nice inside one. And it'd probably be hard to clean afterwards.

 

god tier garb. stays permaclean.

 

enterprise resource planning????

 

Sev leans into Ford's arm with a happy hum. "I'm happy to see you both too."

 

... but does it feel... alright... in there?

 

"So you could actually feel it?" Ford shakes his head.

 

Ford nuzzles his face a little before kissing his cheek. "I still don't know how I managed to get even one of you, let alone both."

 

dont vworry, i can feel evwerything. *He bats the codpiece with a smile.*

 

But doesn't it, well, itch?

 

vwell vwhat.

 

Itch. As in, feel really uncomfortable and make him wanna scratch. Not itch as in you.

 

thats still itch as in me!