shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Yup. Wanna smash up a bunch of dishes?

 

*a cuttle paps @juice with a tentacle*

 

...nah. i got a better idea.

SCRATCH, HOLD STILL.

 

vwh--

 

*She punches him square in the face, so hard he ends up flat on his back. The sweet, sweet smell of harming innocents in her quest for revenge fills the air.*

 

[juice's cheek is squished slightly by the little tentacle. they respond by petting the cuttlefish softly]

 

ok, NOWV i vwanna havwe fun.

 

...

Well, that works! I'm Clover.

 

-A napping mi is touched by the cuttlefishes wetness area and pounces straight up in the air, with and offended- "Miii!"

 

itch. cause i got dry skin.

 

Sounds frustrating.

 

could also be fleas! i stopped checking. *On cue, she starts scratching a spot on her face that could be an inflamed zit or could be a bug bite.*

 

*is soft, and pet*
*cuttle #2 looks a lil jealous*

 

Stan snorts. "Wouldn't be the first time. At least that guy deserved it."

 

[juice pets both equally]

 

*cuttles summon some sand to snuggle in and try to join the naps*

 

-the mis investigate, sniffing at cuttles and sometimes pouncing back in surprise when there is a Wet-

 

*Maybe if he lies here long enough he'll stop having a ridiculous blood volume that's staining his nice jacket.*

 

WITH DETERMINATION
AND THE POWER OF LOVE
AND THIS HARPOON THAT'S REALY REALLY BADASS

 

I Guess The Three With Names Are At Least Somewhat Entertaining.