shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-She sticks her head up at this.-

Killing people for publicity is really inefficient. Ballister could get more infamy than you and actually do something at the same time. I dunno if I really care, though.

 

-She is still, however, a cat.-

 

Jame's long gloved fingers wrap around Castor's hand for a moment before letting go.

"How did you end up here?"

 

-blushes but tries to play it off like she's not-

I am a 8it curious in that regard, yes. It's honestly helpful at turns.

I do many, many other things for it. And of course I am doing something 8y making an example of a slave. I am dealing with a pro8lem and making a st8ment of what aw8s those who are thinking of 8eing similarly difficult. It's cathartic as well, frankly.

 

-She coughs a hairball onto the Marquise.-

 

*Cough.*

 

...oops...you're blushing...i'm sorry..i didn't mean to embarrass you

...luckily for me...i have a solution to being short...i can make my boyfriend give me piggyback rides

...hey 'landeau...c'mere for a sec...

 

-cringes in disgust and struggles to cleanse herself of this-

Despica8le creature.

And you. I am very much not in the mood right now.

-shoves him back very roughly and a hand comes to rest on the hilt of a weapon-

 

got drunk and fell asleep. look, my couch followed me.

 

-More hairballs. Bigger hairballs. These hairballs are more in number than could fit in a cat Nimona's size.-

 

That is a touching offer 8ut I assure you, I don't need to 8e made taller. A woman learns to make the 8est of things.

-the hairball has ruined her hat. she throws it to the floor and kicks it away-

The 8est of them.

 

-throws a fucking knife at the cat. no more talking to it. it doesn't bear wasting words on anymore-

 

[Orlandeau looks embarrassed and nervous]
Ah. Yeah, but Juice...there are people everywhere.
[Orlandeau scratches the back of his neck, glancing around]

 

-Nimona eats the knife.-

 

*He returns from flounceland just to witheringly glare at @The Marquise and gesture at his own massiveness.*

*This could be us but u a prick.*

 

...you've smooched me like...tens of times in here...big dork...c'mon...come give me a piggyback ride

 

[The clown, still covered in spaghetti, honks Dualscar to make him feel better]

 

-that is fine. it gives her time to run away to a secure catless area. with an umbrella too. for extra protection. URGH. not at all like the darling ship cat who is a sweety even though it's over fond of the girl-

-pointedly glares back at him. blah blah i have the cute slave i stole from you to carry me around anyway. like i need your dramatic ass-

 

*a cuttle gives another cuttle a cuttleback ride*

 

-She coughs a spiky metal hairball at Mindfang's face before running away to find a better place to sleep.-