shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

MHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
-they don't particularly trust this one though.-

 

Interface should be enjoyable for everyone involved, and sometimes people shout when they're happy or having fun.

 

[They reformat their face, folding an orifice around the offending finger. Two can play the annoying game.] Eeeeeeeexactly. People that have problems with you laying out those rules can stuff it up their tailpipes. [How are they talking without a face? ]

 

Oh! That makes sense I guess!

 

-uses his other hand to tickle another bit of Mala, waggling the rest of the trapped hand's fingers as though trying to escape- That's s good way of looking at it. I wish everything else was simple. You wouldn't think people would complain about me wanting to make sure the whole race doesn't die out...

 

People are complicated. [They shrug, settling their wing more comfortably over Ave. The tickled plating shivers, little waves of plating rippling out from each point of contact. That trapped hand is staying trapped tho.] Everyone wants different things, an' despite what we're designed for change is hard for some. Especially change that makes them feel vulnerable, like giving up power, or their frames suddenly doing new things. Or were you talking about Fighty Buglet?

 

please don't shout...loud noises hurt my ears...

 

GET SOME HEADPHONES, STUPID.

 

[Mala grows a large, heavy limb for the specific purpose of attempting to squash Itch.] Get some manners, fleshling.

 

*Itch is annoyingly rubbery. There is still cheerful snarking coming from under the limb.* (NAH).

 

[Organics. Never quite as squishy as they should be. They snort a little, though, amused despite themself by someone a miniscule fraction of their size sassing them. At least her voice is muffled like this! Mala looks to Juice.] Better, whispers?

 

(VWAIT, vwait. hold on. i vwanna do that again, i thought of a better comeback!)

(vwhy dont you make me!)

 

*The wiggler watches this carnage in interest.*

 

[More snickering, and a little more pressure. How much weight can this particular organic support before they pop like a cyst? It's Questionable Science Time!] That can be arranged, thank you for volunteering in the name of scientific discovery! Do me a favor and talk as long as possible, hey? Let's see if lung capacity and thoracic structure are related in your species!

 

(this is kinda hot. you being hilariously ineffectivwe at keeping me dowvn, that is!)

 

*GONGs up a baby version of his outfit and some baby-size pants for @Teal Grub*

 

*It's time to nudely skedaddle, awkwardly gripping the lusus-skin pillow that's the same size of them.*

*Free the nipple.*

 

Whatever cranks your shaft, loudmouth! No paint off my plating if you wanna try self-servicing down there. [They continue gradually increasing pressure, internal sensors keeping careful track of exactly how much force they're exerting.]

 

*shrugs*

*avoids looking at the free baby nipples*

 

[juice winces, covering their ears.]
please stop yelling at me...

yeah...but please stop trying to crush her...murder is sorta worse than rude shouting...