shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-she is enraged. there will be a journal entry about this. a LONG one. and a bath. she needs a bath. NOW. she stalks off to get a bath with THE GIRL-

 

Y-yeah, but that's, well, a different—H-hey, quit climbing me—Ow! Stop covering my eyes, I can't see.
[Orlandeau starts stumbling around, Juice steering him in the direction of Mindfang.]

 

@The Handmaid

I'll take my cookies tomorrow, thanks.

 

vwouldnt go near her if i vwere you.

 

Offer was to the Cronuses. Not you. You get a begrudging eh.

Eh.

 

i vwant cookies!

 

-Nimona hops on her shoulders, curling around her neck.-

Then you get to be my bed.

 

-on the one hand happy about her being gone. on the other hand that woman likes bath time a bit too fucking much. handy frowns more than normal and floats gothily-

 

Then get rid of the pirate next time, Shitfins.

-ignores the cat-

 

*the cuttles also float*

 

i talked to her, shes gone. it counts! pay up!

 

-Fine by Nimona. As long as she's not dislodged she'll just sleep there.-

 

i am the tol now

[dismayed by the development of mindfang leaving, juice instead sets their sights on dualscar. they point a finger directly at his nose, and quietly mutter a single word before they and orlandeau begin their approach, juice's finger still raised]
...boop.

 

-needle is brought out. she points it at itch. LASERS-

 

*He. Backs up.*

 

kinda dont EAT cookiezz. more of a protein zzhake guy, the chickzz fucking love beefy dudezz.

 

*She's in a lot of pain, but damn if she isn't going to pretend to be getting off to it.*

 

-points the needle threateningly at the other cronus. no lasers yet. but the threats of lasers-

 

...hey hey...dualscar...c'mere for a second...

i've gotta boop the noz...

i've gotta...
[the approach continues]

 

*@calicosAssassin gets another boop*