shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*Itch shoves her own head in close enough for her terrible breath to be almost unbearably strong-smelling. She has a shit-eating grin so wide it's a miracle her face is still intact.*

(alright. im gonna tell you about bofa.)

*Inhale.*

 

BOFA DEEZ GLO8ES, 8ITCHES!

 

*holds his nose*

So, it refers to your balls?

... okay.

 

(Startled, Berit fade steps backwards. The speed of her movement causes her to trip, at which point she skids several feet on her back and comes to a stop, then lies there staring into space.)

(If anyone were standing close, they would hear a continuous stream of cursing, most of which is variations on a theme of blasphemy about Andraste.)

 

*She's nearly in hysterics.*

 

*ignores the near-hysterics*

 

[Snickering becomes full-out cackling. At least Berit's inventive about it!]

 

I was about eight when i tired of shit like that.

 

im six!

 

I leave my brother to sulk about his mysteriously pie covered dress to find...

Whatever this is? At least nothing is on fire. Yet.

 

It would be funny to take you home and sic you on the Irvine PD. I'd pay to watch that.

 

ill do it if you pay me to vwatch that.

 

That doesn't sound wise, whoever that's directed towards. In my case the earth is likely to crack open and devour the whole place. There will be a rousing call of the house name before it, though. In theirs?

I think the smell answers that question well enough. Not even this coat smelled like that before Rue had it washed.

 

hers!!

 

Theirs.

 

you deaf or just braindead?

 

Cruel is more like it.

 

blind?

 

or maybe all three. lets add muteness to the mix and solvwe evwerything!

 

Hi, I'm Vic. You look like a Ren Faire noble without the ridiculous hairstyle, but I guess if elves are real you're real too. Pleased to meet ya and all that.