shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Seems like it. It's kind of cool if really weird.

Also Mae Borowski...of Possum Springs? I jumped off the Snack Falcon again. Didn't land on my feet this time though. Gregg probably pulled my body into like the storage closet or something.

 

Which sounds kind of weird when I say it like that. That's something you'd expect to be a crime scene. My aunt comes in and has a warrant to explore the store and finds my body there.

Then we end up in one of those books my mom reads all the time.

 

Sure you are.

-Amused arched eyebrow while he returns the salute-

 

My compact size and exceptional roundness makes me a tank. It's why I wear this shirt. To emphasize my extreme sturdibility.

 

[Snickering.] As someone who's taken plenty of stupid dares from both criminals and miners, I have no room to talk. Obligatory fussing: find a medic when you wake up please, faceshots really aren't something most people can shrug off.

[Shiiiit, what even is protocol for encountering officers in leisurespace? Especially when said officers may or may not actually be traitors? Awkward radar is awkward.]

 

Yeah, yeah I'll get to it. Because if I don't I know Mom'll raise a fuss. Dad too.

 

[Cracks up]
If you're a tank I'll eat my primusdamn syringes!

 

I consider my official duty discharged then :P At least ya got people lookin' after ya!

 

Yeah...That's one good thing about moving back here. Even if they forgot I was coming and I had to fall into an abandoned saw mill in the woods.

It's just nice having a home though? Instead of being stuck at college.

 

Mhm. Having someplace safe to come back to, that's... That sure is something.

What's college, anyhow?

 

Something's a good word for it. For college too. It sure is something.

Anyway, it's like school you go to after the school you have to do. You pay for it, though. Not like high school and stuff. That's all paid for by like taxes? Not college though. It just wasn't where I was supposed to be, though. So now I'm back here. The family disappointment. The first Borowski to go to college!

 

School's, like... Academy slag? Learning stuff in a group? Sucks they're making you feel like a disappointment for not sticking it out, Solomus knows I could never handle all that fancy scrap.

 

(Not quite. Huskiemom's head is at about 4'6", the other four are about 4' tall, standing normally. Torisen gets sniffspected anyway.)

((Edited to add another foot. They are Alternian.)

Woof!
(Friend noises!)

 

Yeah!

It was just. A ton of pressure? Ever since I was about six it's been "You're gonna be the first to go to college!" Then I went and it just really didn't work out. Need to talk to Mom about why but I'm just not comfortable with it, you know? I'm still working stuff out.

 

-drat. he eases up at the sniffing though. just a tad. he looks down at the fluffy dog and grins-

Well hello there. Aren't you the friendly one? Lovely coat you have too. Mind if I pet you?

-holds out a hand and moves to pet. but he pauses a bit to let the dog sniff his hand. or back away if they so choose-

 

Yeah. You just gotta do you though, hey? Even if it's not what your makers wanted for you.

 

-peers down from the shoulder- Mi? -the mi purrfurs to be tall when faced with these very large dogs.-

 

Yeah. Still feel crummy about it though.

-frowny cat-

 

(Friend!)
Woof!
(The hand gets licked. It tasted odd. More sniffing. It is decided that it's not a bad odd. The hand gets licked more. Friend!)

 

-comforting nuzzle. Tiny nuzzle-