shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Hey. Different strokes for different folks, yeah?

I'm not monogamous, and I honestly don't know if I have a kismesis and a matesprite or two matesprites, but... that doesn't mean I think them being monogamous is lame. (Even though I'm attracted to Glasses too.) Just that it's not my thing.

 

Less that and more lameness by association with the Kid. Only one who survives that is The Man In Yellow.

 

You mean the Psiioniic, right? Not the Reverse Flash?

 

Yeah. Him. Kid being the Sufferer. Signless. Either or. Depends on time.

 

But he's cool. Hemocaste equality, you know? Stopping the highbloods from trampling on everyone?

Are you saying you don't like the idea of that?

 

Doesn't really matter much to me. System I had to set up and have to help perpetuate. No choice in the matter. Kid never seemed to get that about me. Seems. Will seem. Least his "mom" would break my snout.

 

Faces change, we can but mourn
Or cry, or laugh, it quite depends
On whom you call to the witness stands
Others can but watch in reverence
Sitting with me here in the audience
Now, who wants some grubcorn?

 

What, you left out McGucket?

No, seriously: NO.

I am more than capable of deciding these things for myself.

Although I am flattered, @The Handmaid. Very flattered.

 

Norm, you should know by now that I'm never disturbed by other people's appreciation of my husband/matesprit/best-beloved/bondmate unless it disturbs him, and since he's flattered, I'm not disturbed. Besides, I have heard what an amazing kismesis he was when he did quadrants, before we became bondmates. If he were still doing quadrants, anyone would be damned fucking lucky to get him pitch. And I'm coming down off the hormonal high, so the territorial instincts are coming back under control.

 

Awww, Lise...

 

Unless we decide two kits aren't enough for us, or something goes dreadfully wrong...you'll get the full week in about eighteen months, and before then, we'll both be too tired for it.

 

Step 1: Time travel
Step 2: Hate flirt
Step 3: ???
Step 4: Buckets

I have the plan.

 

...two? That's right, there would be two...

*absolutely ridiculous grin*

So when we finally do get that hole in my memories fixed, I'll be looking to see if you're in it.

*absolutely ridiculous grin combo x 2*

 

I'M NOT SURE IF MY RELIGIOUS BELIEFS MAKE THIS FUNNIER OR MORE TERRIBLE! BUT LIKE I GUESS IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS.

 

He's just so cute when he puffs his chest out like that and it's not like he'd ever cheat on me. But if it happened when I was like 12, so be it, something happened in his past that wasn't completely awful!

 

The fact that I grinned back makes you all the more frustrating, honestly. I have a reputation as a joyless bitch to uphold.

 

COME TO THE HAPPY SIDE
WE HAVE COFFEE. AND LIKE EMOTIONAL SUPPORT!

 

Bitchery I have been known to tolerate (and even encourage) in my quadrants.
Joylessness, never.

 

Consider it a grand continuation of my giving Mommy's Boy a wiggly crotchsnake one day. That was a good day.

Which he ruined immediately.

 

Thank god I have a fondness for poetry, I guess. It makes me. HAPPY? I guess.