shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-snorts and kisses him again- You never stop with the hypoerbole, do you.

 

Can't relate.

And physical bullying is better?

 

i will once i get an apology for him shitting on MY relationship while macking on a version of himself more similar to him than mine was.

 

that reminds me, got my nose broken by a girl i knew.

pretty fucking nasty girl.

 

It's not hyperbole, it's the truth, I am just being melodramatic about it.
-he nuzzles at the cables of her neck-

 

-the engine purring is joined by the sound of fans-
Well. You might at least agree we should go somewhere less public.

 

Oh yes absolutely.
-his arms around her tighten a little and he lifts her in one smoothe motion to carry her away.-

 

The fuck did I walk in here to

 

kissing robots and squabbling men!

 

Blatant exhibitionism.

 

vwe could make it evwen more blatant.

 

... So business as usual, got it. Did Vereyann finally snap and create functional AIs or...?

 

(oh, wow, is that thing stuffed or what.)

 

(its not.)

 

Who?

 

(still cant believe it. think youre going to have to prove it again.)

 

... Guess not, then.
Vereyann's on of my pantheon. The Lotus Eater Machine. Maid of Mind. Got in a bitchfight with Debarach some centuries ago and fucked off underwater.

(Deirdre tilts her head) You got a weird gift. Common among your kind?

 

Supposedly, @Primus created us. I still have my doubts.

 

-A wild Medicat appears.-

 

Uh... nnnno?