shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Hence the nickname!

 

its good to have standards

 

...why...why are you trying to make me feel uncomfortable?..why are you taking such an interest...in me in particular?..

 

"Because you are friendly enough to respond to me, of course," the coat says.

 

what if i put you on fully, would i be friendly enough.

 

"Perhaaaaaps..."

 

*He shoves an arm through one of the sleeves.*

 

Nothing happened. You just put on a coat. It's honestly kind of disappointing.

 

...but...that's not right?..other people, are responding to you too..!

 

The shade is grinning widely again.

 

i mean, fine. dont appreciate me. what do i care.

 

[juice grips orlandeau tightly]
...the coat is scaring me, orlandeau...

 

The shade disappears from sight. There is simply the coat on Cronus now. It fits on him snugly. Oddly so despite not having been tailored to fit him. Huh.

 

What slagface-- hm, slaglapel?-- means to say is probably more like "because he knows he can make you uncomfortable and gets off in the power trip". Not your fault, and you're right to be skeeved out.

 

[Orlandeau kisses Juice on the forehead, brushing their bangs to the side before cupping the side of their face in the palm of his hand, so that he can stare directly into their eyes.]
I'm not gonna let that shitty waste of cloth do anything to hurt you, love. Besides, the presence is gone now. Deep breaths. Relax...

 

*Itch is suddenly very upset that she does not have a girlfriend. Rather than self-reflecting on why that is, she stews in misandry.*

 

...
[instead of taking several deep breaths as orlandeau suggested, juice instead takes a single quick breath—before kissing him passionately]

 

GROSS.

 

[Orlandeau reciprocates the kiss, discretely making a rude hand gesture as it continues]

 

this is vwhy i hate kids.