shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Shushyer face. Offerin' fuel's a fine way t'open on a peaceful note, ain't my fault y'all can't get perfectly good minerals outta organic slag.

 

*laughs* So, where does Sans store his trombones now? And why does he have so many of them?

 

*Dogmeat jumps around @Greater Dog inviting it to play*

 

IN HIS BUREAU. YOU KNOW, THE PLACE FOR STORING CLOTHING??? THAT PLACE.

I DON'T WANT TO GUESS WHERE HIS CLOTHES ARE.

(THEY'RE PROBABLY IN HIS TORNADO.)

I THINK HE HAS THAT MANY TROMBONES... SO HE HAS AN EXCUSE NOT TO PUT HIS CLOTHES AWAY!!! SUCH AN ABSOLUTE SLOB.

 

*watches the dogs*

*thinks they are playing*

*cautiously approaches*

((OOC: Cordelia is a marsupial, an example of convergent evolution--she doesn't completely understand 'dog'; although there are similarities between her behaviour and that of a dog, the way she hunts--and therefore plays--is a bit more catlike...))

 

Jeez, Pap, your brother is ridiculous. *laughs* I mean, seriously, he'd rather buy a fuckload of trombones than put his clothes away? How the hell does that work?

And well... it's not like he can't ask me for magical help. I mean, I might say "no" but it would be a far more practical solution than using trombones as an excuse not to clean.

 

Actually I did make a house rule about pestering you for wishes. If you'd like me to amend it so that it's okay to ask ONCE, I can do that, but I was under the impression you really hated to be asked...remember how careful we were about asking you to participate in Sunshine's surgery, and how we only did that because of the danger to Valiska and the kits in her early stage of pregnancy?

 

Once again, the conversation moves on from the subject of me.

 

Awww, 's the li'l sparklet sad she ain't everyone's prollem?

 

I'm hardly a sparklet. I'm 240 years old!

 

*sighs* Yeah, I hate to be asked. I'm just... surprised that Sans would go for such a ridiculous solution to his room cleaning problem, when I'm around. When anyone's around, really. And just... it's kinda frustrating that he doesn't understand that there are a million more sensible options than the one he chose. Frustrating in an amusing way, but still... Sans, why? Why?

And though I knew you made the rule, I never thought that would mean everyone'd respect it. I mean, I hoped it would and it's better than nothing, but... I wouldn't be surprised to see anyone break it, honestly.

 

My mistake, darlin', obviously ye grown all yer kibble in-- ain't yer fault yer wings're outsized.

 

I mean. There's a reason I haven't asked you for my mom back?

 

They're not outsized! I'm Devisen! I'm the wings and Stentato is the nose!

 

Don't harass people about their wing size, Rust!

 

Oh, ew-- both'a you're still alive, even?

 

NYEH HEH HEH, THAT'S RIGHT!!! I'M AFRAID YOU'RE NOT THE FRESH AND TOPICAL SUBJECT ANYMORE. IT'S MOVED ON... TO THE FAR MORE INTERESTING SUBJECT OF ME!!!

AND COMPLAINING ABOUT MY BROTHER.

AND THE SITUATIONAL MORALITY OF ASKING FOR WISHES....???

 

What's that supposed to mean!

 

Yeah. Definitely a reason.

The problem is, well... what my idea of what the reason is. *bitter laugh* Which I'm probably wrong about, but yeah...

*grins* Yep. You're definitely a more interesting subject than she is. *licks his lips* Much more interesting.

 

Obviously I will have to up my game of being interesting, while participating in other conversations, as is only polite and correct!!