shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

[Wheezing silent laughter]
[Fingersigning: You Are Like Little Baby, Watch Fidelis.]

 

-She sparks.-

 

!!! [Startlechirp! Adventurebug hops back, puffing out for a minute. Betrayal!! But they know what chairs are, and settle down quickly.] Want coldfood? [They nudge the bowl of ice cream closer to Keith.]

 

Sorry.

-She covers her face.-

 

[Whistlechitter! Scope has no idea what he's saying but hopefully it's only as offensive as it is funny.]

Good ol' you!

Who's he and how many times he's lost his face huh.

[So no high-five, then. He pats her on the leg instead. Close enough.]

 

[He startles too, but manages not to do any of the first four or so things his instincts tell him to do. Instead he... stares blankly at the ice cream.]
I'm... full.

 

!! Have you seen lots of them?

-gigglechirp- What was that?

 

[Signs, carefully and clumsily: Big Sword. Lost For Longer Than Recorded History. Won't Let Anyone But Master Touch His Hilt. Wink.]
[He even spells the wink out with his fingers, not changing his facial expression at all.]

 

I-I should just be quiet.

 

??? [Headtilt, confusechrrrr?] What full?

 

[His optic flatlines, then lights up again as he lets out a slidewhistle noise.] You know. Stuff. Things. Alla that.

But whaddabout his face. Wink.

Nawwww if you're quiet then they win and we ain't them winning. Nobody wins! Draws for everybody. It's equality.

 

Y'know. I've- Already eaten a lot?

 

[Makes a rude illustrative gesture about what Fidelis' face is really good for, grinning cheerfully.]

 

If it's about winning than I... already haven't done the thing she was trying to make me do. So I already won??

 

No eat??? [You're confusing the baby, Keith. How can anyone... not want more to eat? Even their blue sibling has gone back to idly nibbling already.]

 

[Now you've done it. Scope drapes himself backwards, hefts himself up on his arms, then does the splits in the air while still balanced.]

Don't need a face for that, fragger.

Double-triple win by bein' loud about it!

 

Oh! Sounded like a word, but not a word. -Singsong chirring-

-Greeting chirp!-

 

[More whistles! A couple chirps thrown in too for good measure, but he's not good at melody.] Yeah, I dunno what I'm saying here.

 

I'm not comfortable with that. I shouldn't even be talking to people. Sorry.

 

[Oh boy. He bites his lip briefly to keep from smiling too much. Okay he's kind of beginning to see it, they are kind of cute.]
Yeah, No eat, sorry. Maybe later.