shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

is that a y.,.es.....or a no.............

 

I'm just as confused as you are.

 

-juice hastily wraps their hoodie around their neck-

 

"I'm annoying about romance exactly why? Because I'm successful at it?" Ford sighs. "I'd try to give you advice about making more friends but you wouldn't take it."

"Yes," says Ford. "I absolutely do. I draw things myself you know." He moves to the couch that Wrench and Lissa are on, sitting on the other side of Wrench from Lissa. It's always nice to see that other people appreciate her properly. "Mostly, my boundaries involve protecting her. She may be a deadly assassin and a very effective domme and Scarlet Woman, but she's still five foot spit and ninety-eight pounds soaking wet."

 

Lissa giggles. "So, basically all the time? I mean I get colds sometimes and I have to concentrate when I'm working or studying, but. In pleasant company?"

 

Have at, darl', I'm not hoarding it. [If he just keeps smiling maybe she'll ease up a little? He wraps one ankle around a leg of his own chair.] I think everyone's got their reasons, yeah, even if I can't parse all of 'em.

 

"Not a slur unless it's used with that intention," says Ford. "But technically I think that I'm the furry here. And there is not a damned thing wrong with that. Any two or more sapient beings who genuinely want to share physical pleasure can usually figure out how if they are creative. And it's a good thing. Sex is how we make more people and when it's done right it makes everyone involved feel good. If it doesn't make everyone involved feel good, it isn't really sex and you shouldn't do it."

 

[Eavesdroppers never sleep.] Wait what
You mean 'Glow wasn't shitting me with all that sparkling jetfuel? You can actually make protos by fragging?

 

It's just...

-She hesitates, rolling a gummy around one of her hands.-

...I always feel like I'm going to get in trouble.

 

Happens sometimes, yeah. [Playing with gummies is now the national sport. Wires picks little bits off the edges of his next candy, squishing them for no apparent reason before eating them.] Workarounds exist if you can figure out why your brain responds that way, but not all of 'em work for everybody and I'm not technically a psych anyway. Don't mind troubleshooting, mind, but... grain of so-chlor, hey?

What kinda trouble crops up most? Anything specific, or just general "the world's gone to slag and it's gonna be my fault"-type stuff?

 

nah man furry refers 2 both the fan of the thing AND the thing im a furry bc i like furries

also i didnt need the lecture on ur sex life but ok

 

I say the wrong thing.

 

...I might've phrased that badly, sorry. What kinda slag does your panicbrain think is gonna happen when you say the wrong thing? Frag, for that matter are we talking factually wrong or socially wrong? Like, "iron is a non-ferrous metal" or "Primus is a giant bag of spikes and it takes a certain kinda person to want that in their life"?

 

because i have PLENTY of friends and dont need the advice of some random old man with a trophy wife?

 

Mmmmmmmmmmmm...

The second thing??

-She hunches her shoulders.-

 

[She smiles serenely before her battlemask snaps closed again]
If you insult my love in audial range of me or him I will gladly take the opportunity to demonstrate how well take care of his blade.

 

[That sure was a dodge of his first question. Welp. Time for uneducated guessing.] Am I right if I guess you've gotten in trouble before for saying that kinda socially-unacceptable stuff, then? [Wiretap lets his free hand rest palm-up on the table, still idly shredding his gummy with his teeth. There for the taking if she wants contact, but not as crowding or as sudden as just taking her hand like he would if he knew her better.]

 

-She nods.-

 

You still somewhere in realspace where you're gonna keep getting in trouble?