shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

You mean, making a monkey a prostitute?

... okay...

 

no, its an EXPRESSION. throwving a monkey in the vworks means fucking something up.

 

I've heard the variant with a monkey wrench, but not the one with a monkey.

 

-walks into the room looking like hell. dressed in pajamas. flops down on a couch. she has a bottle of iced tea that she is drinking. what is sleep. there is no sleep-

 

*wanders in yawning and stretching, stopping short when she sees Fareeha*

"What's wrong, my dear? No sleep again?"

 

Not necessarily, the only thing bright about the all-powerful Mara is his oozing green flame!

 

...don't slut-shame...it's really not okay of you...

...that's not right...moirails are extremely important...

 

-looks up and over at angela. frowns because i am a stubborn woman who does not like being fussed at. just a question though-

It is hard to sleep when your mother is about.

 

Is she fussing again? Trying to make you retire and become a doctor again?

 

Actually, I'd say the genie has the markings of a rather charismatic person. You're just tactless, yourself.

Take it from me, girls had a tendency to gravitate toward me over the past few years, which was rather annoying, considering I wasn't really ever interested in dating anyone until I met Juice.

 

*smirks* Thank you!

 

It is less trying and more yelling.

-huffs and caps the bottle as she curls up under a blanket. must continue to only give angela as little info as possible. MEH-

 

Don't mention it...Y'know, it's always been the charismatic types that have caused me never-ending grief over the years, but you seem to be pretty decent, mostly.

I've never really liked attention myself. Used to be that most all of the attention I received was unwanted, bad attention. And yet people continue to be surprised when they find out I'm an introvert. *chuckles*

 

Aha, so one of those times.

*sits herself down right against Fareeha, touching*

 

Perhaps.

-burrows deeper into her blanket-

Why are you still up?

 

hey...you feelin okay tonight, 'lanny?..s'not really like you to talk this much about yourself...'specially in front of other people...come sit with me on one of the couches
[juice gestures toward a sofa, tugging on orlandeau's arm]

 

Well. Being decent's a work in progress. I don't think I am yet, but I'm flattered that you do.

 

Heh, you're all right, why don't we leave it at that?

[Orlandeau allows himself to be led over to the sofa]
*sigh*...I think so...I'm just

Thinking about old wounds, like what happened in junior high, and what happened to Mom. Don't really know why.

 

*nods* Yeah, let's.

 

[juice sits on orlandeau's lap, draping their arms over his neck while pressing their cheek against the side of his face]
...do you wanna talk about it..?