shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

-emphatically shakes her head-

 

!_!

 

cake??

 

gotta have--gotta have cake. being my birthday. you have cakes on birthdays.

i want cake.

 

Wow you guys are way ahead of me gotta fix that. -wanders off from Reed towards the BOOZE- That looks like potent shit. Wonder if it'll fuck with my heart if I'm dreaming? I hope not.

 

Naw hyu should be goot.

Zo, cake?

 

The answer is always yes to cake.

 

-Clover gives him a chocolate cake. There are sprinkles on top, and a candle.-

 

*He puts his face on it. Not even eating, just savouring the experience of cakey face.*

 

-Welp, it's his cake to do what he wants with.-

 

**

 

-Makes moar cake happen-

 

-Clover steals a slice.-

Mina, I met the Imperator, Tainell!

 

-grins- Zo vos he enny fon?

 

Well, that's certainly creepy as fuck.

I know! That's why you love me.

I'm afraid I don't have the slightest idea what you are saying. You'll have to speak up.

Without Alex's abilities, you don't really stand a chance against either of us in a fight.

Especially considering both Juice and I are pretty difficult to actually hit in a serious fight.

 

and i should have my ass kicked for it right.

(cmon this hair is IMPOSSIBLE to do anything with. just do a guy a solid will you.)

 

I like him, and I'm an angry anarchist.

 

-drunken fist in the air for the babby anarchist-

 

......... [this is true. juice does love orlandeau's terrible personality. this can never be admitted however. he would never let juice hear the end of it.]

[luckily, juice has a secret weapon for when orlandeau won't stop saying embarrassing things.

and that secret weapon is sloppy makeouts. which is precisely what now occurs]

 

[Orlandeau probably would have stopped paying attention to him by this point, even if he hadn't become suddenly preoccupied just now.]