shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

"RIGHT?"

 

Valiska hands Lissa a large glass of hot bone broth liberally spiked with that very expensive booze Ford and Sev drink when Ford is morose (which is the only way she can tolerate it even when she isn't pregnant). "It won't take the blue out of your ovaries, but it might help with the other frustrations involved when dealing with boys who have trouble using their words."

 

Mi! pirr!

 

It knows what I know, or most of what i know anyway. But it´s it´s own mi. I could merge with it again of course and then i would remeber everything it learned in the meantime.

 

[there's a few minutes of more fussing and hushed (for a certain value of hushed) dialogue that eventually devolves into snickering and gentle swatting as they both try to goose each other. dave switches strategies to trying to give karkat a wet willy, and is hanging on him like a limpet before they both abruptly remember they're in public and make room for jesus]

 

Mi to you too!

Intriguing! No, it takes a special sort of bond to be able to do that for my species. Nexus could forge those bonds between people who didn't have them already, but, well-- [Vector winces, gesturing aimlessly in a way that somehow seems to convey an entire story--] that doesn't always end well for the components in question, especially when done by someone shooting blind, so to speak.

[Robot grandpa won't comment on teenage shenanigans, but his optics sparkle anyways. He sees you having fun over there.]

 

He's probably off doing something with the fourth wall that I don't want to say with children around.

 

what children
im old enough to get smashed in the good ole former u s of a
maturity is just a nebulous concept i have never entirely grasped
ive tried but its slipped through my fingers like grabbin smoke yo
unless you dont mean me or karkat
does the mi count as children

 

WHAT, LIKE SMASHING SAID WALL INTO A FINE MIST OF SPLINTERS AND PAINT CHIPS WITH THE SHEER WEIGHT OF HIS DISGUSTING MAMMAL BULGE ALONE?

 

mimi! -smol mi sniffs at giant robot and nearly falls off the hand-

 

Thaaat does Not sound good.

 

I hope you don´t mean mi. I am adult. Little bit here on the other hand might.

 

no not you
the mini mi you just made
the fruit of your freckles
does that one count as children

 

-looks down at the mi- Uhm, I honestly don´t know? We don´t really do childhood.

 

that is one of the weirdest damn things i ever heard but fuck if im gonna judge
so you just spring from the earth slash other mis fully formed then?
like here i am ready to face the world and income tax

 

-giggles- I don´t think any mi has ever paid any kind of tax. But yes, the little ones are ready to go off on their own as soon as they appear. -to prove her words, the new little mi takes off on an adventure to capetown. It´s mission? To sniff-

 

[dave does not have his godtier jammies on (he is rocking the record shirt and jeans), but the mi is welcome to take an olfactory tour of davetown anyway]

well this ones gonna have to pay a housing tax for snuggling up on the prime real estate that is my hot hot bod
you dont understand how many people would pay top dollar for this opportunity to sniff out exactly what brand of cologne i wear

 

-the mi looks up from the shoe investigation- Mi? Dead it? Mi it?

 

No, that´s rude!

 

Mi taxes?