shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

-bat the mi. Batbatbatbatbat-

 

Lissa is not nervous at all. She's like, totally cool about this. Right?

All she knows is whichever of them comes back here will still be the last one she hugged. And also that she doesn't want to be a homewrecker, dammit. It's just that only a few times in her life has it ever just...worked, and if she's honest that few times is actually once. Two people in the history of ever have just understood. Without her having to explain, to say, 'stop, not like that'. Understood that she gives and gives, but they receive and are grateful, they don't take.

Negotiation can be fun but when you don't have to. Well.

But holy shit, Wrench and this Marcus...

Is it a pretty mental picture?

She'd like to say yes. But she can't even figure out how that would work. She decides it would be clumsy and adorable. It's none of her business anyway, but nobody can tell her she's wrong for just thinking about it? Right?

She watches the mis. Yes. That's what she's doing, she's watching the mis. Robot mis sure are cute, yes they are.

Yeah, she's totally cool about this. She is the coolest catte. It's her.

 

That's damn true. We'll pick up the shit before he gets here and you can show off your whole pizzamaking skills while I get the fuck out of there. I'm sure he'll appreciate it.

[You've slain the beast. Or caught his attention. Either way, Jordi's back to 100% focused on Marcus again.]

 

Mi! -POUNCE! batbatbatbat!-

 

Yay! Hell yes. He's so scared of you, man. So scared.

 

Good. He should be. [The smuggest Jordi.]

 

Sure? I mean, he's like my best friend so I know you wouldn't hurt him unless I asked.

 

I like that have the threat on the table at all times. Keeps him from trying to be clever.

 

*Makes a fart noise with his mouth before sighing* He might be my best friend but I'm your cat.

 

Mm, yeah. You are. Glad to know you know it. [He kissed Marcus's temple again. His cat.]

 

-roll! Tussle! batbatbatbat!-

 

After all, you paid a whole 75 dollars! *Still happily snuggling. Yes good.*

 

-He leans against her inner window, looking out.-

This is always so cool...

 

This is not making Lissa less nervous, but she's not going to say a word right now. She's cool. That's her thing. And she's good at it.

 

[Index comes tumbling in like an acrobat, exploding to her feet at the end of her roll and throwing her arms into the air. She Has Arrived.]

Guess!! Who!! Made!! A!! Friend!! It's my wife!! I'm so proud of her!!!

 

Thank you! [She takes them onto something like a cave tour underneath the rave, letting her memories of Obrizon morph together to a landscape for them to explore. She's a lot better already, being underwater feels right and relaxing]

 

Ford coughs into his scarf because they're too g-ddamn adorable for words, and puts his arm around his wife. Who is very cool. On the outside. And not even close to fooling him. "A whole seventy-five dollars? That's actually quite low for a West Coast cat rescue. Clearly they didn't know what they had. Such a bargain."

 

I was in the 'unadoptable' bin basically, they had me in naughty cat corner since I kept attacking people who tried to pet me. To be fair I was very afraid and had just come out of a... bad situation. We'll put it that way. I'd explain but some people don't like hearing about animal abuse. *He's totally not talking about Jordi there*

 

And I'll never get it back, so you need to make it up to me. [Another soft kiss.]

That, and he wasn't on the West Coast. They dumped him on the side of the road just outside Chicago, actually, pretty lucky that he ended up in the shelter at all. [He pets Marcus a little angrily. Other animals are fine, but nobody's allowed to hurt his goddamn cat.]

 

Nope, that annoying lady will forever have that money. Too bad too, I think she was only so annoying because I bit her. Sucks for her, I did it again when she tried to get me into the box. *Snorts a little and then sighs, shutting his eyes once more*