shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Cheater. Mint loving cheater.

 

You know, you don't even taste it when you're drunk? I tried to feed you peppermint schnapps and you just fucking drank it like it was no big deal. You didn't even give a shit. Completely ruined my fun.

 

Messes?

And, rude. The shorts are good for mobility.

 

Oh god I did? Gross. I mean, apparently I'll drink whatever you hand me when I'm drunk so I'm not surprised but still.

 

I guess you´ve got that in common then?

That was personal. If you start shit on my earth you´ll get a trial.
-Connor is loudly ignoring Jordi now, and petting wolf and Sphere-

 

I know I've worn them myself. Pro-tip though, get rid of the cape, it fucks with your balance.
Yeesh... I'm not gonna explain Robin to Robin. That's just-... Well y'know you're gonna love him when you eventually meet him, I promise, but he's a bit difficult.

 

Yeah, you didn't give me shit for a reaction, and this like... barely-there secondary reaction isn't doing it for me. I'll have to figure out a different way to get some mint into you. It's going to be hilarious whenever I do.

Uh-huh.

[Siiiiiip. Jordi definitely believes that. He believes that so hard.]

 

I thought Batman was supposed to have a cape?

 

This, this is you being a monster.

 

Gotta say, I don't miss the shorts or Discowing. At least basic black's hard to mess up, even with your awful fashion sense.

 

Keep buttering me up and maybe I'll bring you a present next time I'm in town. [He grins.]

 

Guess so! [He's not lying. He's totally good at technology.]

Oh, really? I mean, guess that makes sense. I didn't really plan on the cape originally - it was mostly 'cause Batman had it. I wanted to match and all that.

What Robin isn't difficult, though? [He laughs at his own joke.] Not to say I've met other Robins, before. Just - I mean, I have met other Robins. Kind of? It's complicated.

Hey, I resent that! My suit is very fashion forward.

 

Don't though, if you just appear behind me again I might actually hit you with my thunder ball. I'd feel kinda bad too... Ah shit I shouldn't have brought it up should I?

 

It's a nightmare on windy rooftops is what it is.

 

"I know, sweetie." Lissa sighs. "We won't hurt each other. We'll figure our shit out, maybe in private even, I just don't have filters sometimes." She sighs ruefully. "And also Drunk Marcus asked me to tell Sober Marcus some of the things he and I discussed while you were fucked up. And I didn't want to forget to, or have something terrible happen before I could--."

"Yeah no." Lissa sighs.

"Connor," says Lissa, in her best Mom voice. "This is not our house. But it is our party. This is not your world and we're not all mortal. There are Primes here that are practically deities. People who know they can punch through the dimensional interstitium should have the same good grace the Primes have and warn people before they start boss fights around innocent bystanders."

She sighs. "Also, if you don't live in a shithole where corporations run everything, try not to judge the rest of us quite so hard."

 

Sweetcheeks, I know where you live. I'll just send you a care package so you know I'm in town.

 

I--
[Robin cuts himself off and makes a face. Yeah, okay, fair point. He's not about to contest the fact that it's pretty difficult to fight crime in winter when he's wearing the equivalent of a bathing suit.]
--It looks cool.

 

"In 1966, when I was 15." Ford chuckles. "But people tell me I look like an idiot too."

 

*Does the hand sign for friend, followed by the 'I love you' sign. He doesn't know much sign, but he knows enough to say that. Thanks Josh!*

Yeah, I... Can't remember most of it but I remember some of it. I appreciate you, honestly. You're cool.

Still terrifying, dude.

 

Lissa grins and signs it back to him. It's a slightly different dialect (from hundreds of years in an entirely different Earth's future), and it's rusty, but the point has been made.