shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

I'm not a lady.

 

Simon tilts his head, grinning.
"Darling, let me tell you, you don't have to be one to convincingly fool people. Knowing how to behave like something does not relate back to your being one thing or another."

 

Yeah.

 

[This chocolate... is crunchy?? Is it supposed to be crunchy before it melts? She's gonna eat it anyway.] :O Thanks!

Who's humanity?

 

"You can be whatever you want to be as long as you can also pretend to be everything else, as my teachers used to say."
He smoothes a wet strand of hair back.

 

...s'okay...

there are three layers of wayer in the middle...in between the chocolate...

 

:O what's wafer?

 

I'm not that good at pretending. Better than some people.

 

it's like...flat, thin and sweet dry biscuit...it's there to make the kitkat taste sweeter...and to give it that satisfying crunch...

 

"Oh I have noticed, you aren't particularly subtle, peblette. Do not worry your pretty little head though, it gets easier with practice. After staging your own demise a couple times it becomes positively routine, even."
Tea, it is definitly time for tea. he holds the expensive looking china cup quite delicately.

 

You have certainly been terribly convincing this time around.

 

He almost drops his cup.
"I can hardly beg for your forgiveness harder than by laying flat on the ground, my beloved, and this suit was a tad too expensive for rolling in the mud with..."

 

Hi.

 

Your dedication clearly leaves something to be desired, then. -twitch of a smile-

 

Hello, young lady. Did you want something?

 

No, but it's polite to offer greetings. I think.

 

So it is. Well done. You have mastered a simple point of etiquette.

 

Yes.

I'm Janie Doe.

 

Pleasure, Miss Doe. I am mistress Theresa Schuyler. I see you know my husband.

 

Not really. He's an alternate version of my brother. I don't know him at all, except that he's similar to Sam.