shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

(Mangan, the greyish one woofing at the Mi, turns to Mae. Sad fluffy person! Must cheer up!)
(Mae gets licked.)

 

So I can´t just tip you over?

-starscream is unhelpful, being busy teasing a tiny cat-

 

I'll take that as a yes!

-he laughs a bit and begins to pat the dog. good dog. best friend-

 

I'm basically a rock. A firm, furry rock. Well not firm actually but let's ignore that bit ok?

Awww...you guys...You're definitely better than Sharkle. Both of you. I'll figure things out. Don't you worry, fluffy friends. We'll get it straightened out. Somehow. Maybe.

-pats a dog. good dog. just dogs are fine and normal to mae. lots of people have pet dogs. even dogs have pet dogs-

 

(Pettings! This dog leans into the touch.)

Woof!
(Pettings! Friend! Mangan hopes friend feels better soon, and nuzzles her.)

 

"Yeah," says Lissa. "There's lots of them."

"Hey. There's plenty of smart cats who didn't do college. I sure didn't!" Lissa grins. "Are you legal to drink? I have tsanyara. And bone broth with whiskey! And anything else we want. It's a rave!"

 

-smiles wider because fluffy dogs are good things. he continues to pat-

Shame I don't know your name. You're a good dog though. Very good.

 

Yeah. Cloak guy out of a sci-fi film is right. You're good dogs.

It's pretty sweet. The robots. A lot more interesting than what I have back home.

And I'm not really that smart? Which probably didn't help with the whole college deal.

Also I'm only 20 and I don't really like alcohol that much anyway. Tastes awful and last time I got drunk I threatened to stab my ex and then vomited on his shoes. It was an experience. One that ended with me crying after a fight with Bea. At least she called me Mayday at the end, but the whole thing was embarrassing. Super. Embarrassing.

 

Of course.

Already commonplace, so sad. -deadpan-

 

Mi is boss. Is solved.

 

-squints real hard-

Is that sarcasm.

 

[For better or worse, Wiretap is saved from trying to figure out appropriately-polite sympathy gestures by the timely intervention of furry friends.]

It's Lord Starscream, it's both entirely earnest and 100% sarcasm and also probably the latest move in a centuries-long political scheme.

 

Oh. Ok.

 

Please at least let me be a footnote in some stuffy history book.

 

"Aw. We have stuff that's not alcoholic," Lissa offers, "though 20 seems plenty adult to me, I know that is not the law many places. But if you don't like it, you don't like it, and vomiting on people's shoes is never fun." She pats the couch. "You're close to my daughter's age, aren't you. Come sit with us. Do you want hot tea? You probably can't have chocolate either."

maternal-instinct.exe is now engaged and locked on target.

 

"Making history is not as much fun as you think it is." Ford sighs. "I bet the other me would agree with that, at least."

 

No. -he says sarcastically-

My reputation precedes me.

-unbends enough to sit down and grin at her- I´ll do my best but no one cares about anything I say so that might get tricky.

 

It has it´s moments. -Is that sincere or black humor? We just can´t tell. Probably both-

 

Ain't we all just footnotes? No names, no memorials, we die like MTOs, whole shebang?

 

I for one aspire the be an appendix.