shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

[No immediate aggression! Score? They ooze those bits into Primus's lap, attempting a stealth cuddle.]

Well, yeah, whadd'you expect from a bunch'a nerds? 's a couple bil outta date, but even gossip sounds fancy if y'word it right.

 

-shifts so it's easier for Mala to insinuate bits of themself into his lap, still not really looking at them-
Sounds like your brand of gossip, too. She really is one of yours, I guess.

 

[Success! Mala becomes relatively smaller and quadrupedal, curling up on Primus and tucking a tail around themself. They noof the nearest bit of plating.]

Pfffft, we all knew they were up to something when the Smithy started up with the explosions again, don't think I was the only one making snide remarks. Slag, li'l Atima tried to get between them at one point, it was hilarious trying to watch them explain to'im what they were doing!

 

-whispers-
Is that story about my siblings?

 

Ehhhhhhhhh, kinda. 'S about people who're based on our siblings, but frag me with a rototiller if any of the details are right.

 

-pets the Mala-animal, rubbing behind what is probably an ear-
Yeah yeah, you were all awful gossipmongers, okay, I know. -grins a little-

...What Mala said. Your actual siblings did a lot more undignifed shouting.

 

-jokingly, smiling-
I suppose they quite take after you, then.

 

-sticks his tongue out at LS-
I don't do nearly as much shouting nowadays!

 

"As much" doesn't mean "none". (And believe me, I'm well aware of the shouting you do do.)
-winks-

 

-robots shouldn't be able to blush, but it's amazing how that's happening anyway-

 

[Somewhere, a motor is purring. They roll their head into the scritches.]
Us an' the whole planet, mhm.

Nah, only in defense of your little'uns. In public, at least ;P

 

Oh!
Okay.

... is shouting a family thing? Should I be shouting more?

:O

 

Only if you wanna, lovey. Shoutin' makes some people twitchy anyway. [They grow a wing just to lift it and invite Ave to the cuddlepile.]

 

....Shaddup, Mala. -flicks them very lightly behind the probably-an-ear, then goes back to petting- 'Snot like most of them even want me to defend 'em!

Nah, think you're good. Shouting doesn't solve much, really.

-nope. LS can deal with that one-

 

*sighs* Please don't.

 

If you don't want to shout, don't, sweetspark. Hippolyta certainly shouts enough to make up for it.

(And that was an interface joke.)

 

Fine, fine. [They flick the ear, undisturbed; they've taken worse damage.] You're right, yeah. Doesn't mean it's not nice t'see someone steppin' up when they do want it, hey? [The mech created specifically to defend a subset of mortals might have skewed priority trees, here.]

 

definitely shout. that vway people knowv youre there!

*She's back. She's relieved herself. She's occasionally shooting nasty looks at Norm.*

 

Maybe? If it doesn't make the rest of them even madder. -rubs nose, then rubs Mala's nose just to be annoying- Still, not having anyone think I like people being made into not-people.

 

-they climb into Primus' lap and drape against Mala's... side? Probably side.-

Okay!

MHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-they feel very tempted to start shouting now just because-

:OOO
What's shouting got to do with interface?

Yes! Protecting people is always very nice!