shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

I'm a bitch, too.

 

Angela ignores them pointedly and sips some more.

 

Show's here regardless. Whatever. Still wondering what the fuck made you such a bitch. Seen too many soon to be corpses? Screams get to you? I like the screams really. Adds a bit of color to the non-linear night.

 

I have globes. I'm just not making them available to you.

I'm pretty sure that she remembers being a bitch, even if she finds nothing wrong with it.

And all of next week.

But not a Cronus Bitch.

 

Angela, ya habibati, I don't think you understand.

-GRANDMA STARE OF GUILTSHAME-

 

"Are we drinking, then?" Mindala asks. "Is the putative sun past the possible yardarm somewhere? If so, I can't let you drink alone, Doctor."

 

Angela continues to ignore, but looks peturbed.

 

Politics: Rathilien's Next Top Model Edition likes you so I question your status as a true bitch. Also see the PTSD bot comment. I'll give you a pass for the moment. I GUESS.

 

VWHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY??

 

"I would be quite happy for you to join me. And I am a doctor. The right time for me to drink is "whenever I'm not working".

 

I'll remember to remind you of this when I see you in the morning.

-sips her tea passive aggressively-

 

Sorry. Not answering that. You're too young. And too much of a bitch.

 

-aimlessly floats about the room-

 

AAAAAUUUUUUUUGH.

*Time to chew on her arm.*

 

... okay...

 

I don't fucking have PTSD. I bet you do, though!

 

Make sure to tell the kid that next time she defends Shitfins. Maybe when robocrying.

 

Angela reaches down for the bread without looking at Ana. She nibbles it furtively.

 

i knowv vwho i am but vwhos the kid.