shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

If the map is just one huge ink smear it's not very helpful! Or do you not care about personal grooming at all?

...Why? I already have him bothering me enough.

 

*He runs a hand up his leg.*

Softest, most velvety fur of any tomcat in the Junkyard and we both know it. Might I advise avoiding projection?

 

[he splutters indignantly and gestures to himself]

Are you calling me ungroomed? Me!? Do you know how hard it is to keep white fur looking this clean?

 

But hearing about him kissing someone else seems to get you pretty fussed.

 

Rumors fly, my offended compadre. Perhaps you roll in chalk to simply bleach out any stains, methinks.

 

You seem to think he doesn't kiss people on the regular. That's kind of his thing. Flirting, at the very least.

[smacks his chest then fluffs it out again]

See? No chalk dust. My looks are purely natural, and you'd do well to remember it.

If you don't believe me you're welcome to come check!

 

*Eyebrow raise.*

You'd do well to remember the concept of phrasing.

 

You know very well what I meant.

 

Do I? Do I really?

Also, my "thing" is as of right now being possibly the tastiest tomcat you ever will meet, not flirting.

 

I didn't say you were flirting right now, did I? General observation shows you like to flirt with people, even if you're not doing it every waking moment.

And if you don't know what I meant then--

[presses his fingers to his temples and sighs]

This is pointless! Arguing with you isn't going to get me anything but a headache, and you'll have entirely too much fun causing it. No, thank you. Consider this me conceding, or you winning, or whatever turn of phrase you'd like to use. I have better things to do.

 

[Oh no. Oh no he's cute. Onyx makes a valiant effort not to giggle.] It was a metaphor, little brother, not meant to be taken literally. To put it more clearly: I find it easier to move along a single timeline than to jump onto another, or into a different universe. My domain is Time, as Vector Prime, guardian of the Primax cluster universes, is attuned to Space. We are very close, and when we work together we are even more powerful than we are on our own, but we do not have the innate understanding of each others' abilities as we do our own.

 

"I'd be careful about saying that in the presence of the @Teal Grub."

 

...Is that some sort of gremlin?

 

Maybe he does. That doesn't mean you can't be jealous anyway, though.

 

Spoiler: animal death

*Is that the same kitten they had earlier? Who knows, but it's about half-eaten and they're staring right at Tugger with a suspicious interest.*

 

*Deep shudder.*

 

"You could put it that way." Mason does not look directly at the @Teal Grub. He really wishes they would stop eating kittens.

 

Your logic is flawless except for one tiny, miniscule little thing. A trifling matter really.

I'm not.

 

Are you sure, though?

 

Mabel is visibly upset. "That wiggler..."