shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*He's not shy about eyeing her up.*

 

*eyes cronus up*

 

*Shiver.*

 

*continues eyeing*

*one day, cronus will be its prey*

*one day*

*maybe even today*

 

*He's just going to scoot behind the nearest person.*

 

hey, personal space.

 

(shush.)

 

-takes a tray that she took with her from work and swings at cronus's head. hard.-

Rave? Bit small. No lights. Not obnoxious ones. Eh.

Hey.

 

Shitposting rave, not dance party rave. Third iteration. It's a dreamscape. It responds to your desires.

And hey!

 

(dodges, alarmed) can you NOT with the collateral damage

 

*There's a resounding clang and he's down for the count.*

 

*Squishy human Cronus is jabbed and prodded out of curiosity.*

GET ME A MARKER!

 

*norm wills one up in front of itch*

*without letting itch know he's doing it*

*he really wants to see what itch draws on human cronus but doesn't want her to think he likes her at all*

*'cause he doesn't*

 

Ah. Word. Different than assumed. Got it.

-grins about the cronus-

 

Yeah, basically. I think the "rave" in the name is supposed to refer to how crazy this places gets sometimes.

 

*Itch grabs the marker and covers Cronus's face in insults and crude depictions of her banging hot girls. Her handwriting is so bad that combined with Beforan script, the insults don't auto-translate.*

 

*tilts his head*

What the fuck, Itch?

 

vwhat??

 

... all those weird symbols... what do they mean? Do they even mean anything?

 

yeah, i called his lusus as fat as he is! and evwen 8ETTER insults. can you not read or something?