shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

I find it delicious!

 

Several Mi´s are investigating the table and teacups and especially the milk pitchers

 

are the small fluffy things edible.

 

-They hiss at him-

 

*He makes a bored swipe at the closest Mi, probably knocking over some teacups in the process.*

 

I am about as serious as you being rampaging omnics as I am about my being a sweet, innocent old lady who has never done anything lewd in her life. So of course you can have some tea. Even the rampaging omnics could were they here!

 

-The mis evade him. One definitely just pounced through a teacup-

 

Stop that! They weren't hurting anyone, and no they are not food!

...thank you. [He takes a cup of tea and does his best to calm down. Even the heat is soothing, and it smells lovely. He takes a sip, and his optics glitter.] Oh, thank you! This really is delightful!

 

Isn´t it?

 

*He looks Whisperwind directly in the...does he have eyes? I don't even know if he has eyes. He's looking at SOME part of Whisperwind, that's for sure, as he makes ANOTHER swipe for a different Mi.*

 

The mis bites at him. Those little teeth are sharp!

 

Mmhmm. [He smiles, breathing in another draft of wonderfully-scented steam. Outside of the Rave, this might be dangerous! But here, he can enjoy the smell without worrying about humidity damage.]

[Whisperwind has eyes! They narrow as he tries very hard not to get temperamentally protective of the tiny mis, who are evidently able to protect themselves.]

...sir. Please.

 

Incorrect.

 

Don´t bother, it´ll just encourage the slagger. I know the type.

 

What, petty and immature despite physical prowess? They're everywhere, yes. I can still choose to voice displeasure when they act out directly in front of me. He's not my commander.

 

Sure you can, but it usually just encourages them. Unless you can kick their aft a little till they get the message. -shrugs- No paint of my nose.

 

-several mis have taken up residence on @Whisperwind of Obex s shoulders-

 

Maybe I'm petty too, hmm? I really don't have any place to say he has to obey me, but here I am, insisting he stop offending my delicate sensibilities because I find his current targets pleasant to be around.

[Yesgood. Being covered in fluffles doesn't ruin any chance of seeming intimidating at all. These mis are safe, anyway-- he's almost certain the angry organic can't jump high enough to get at them.]

 

Hey, suit youself. You can always step on him.

 

-the Mis purr happily. They are after all sitting on a warm.-