shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Oh my dear lad...You're just so...Stupid.

And our darling little pup is back too!

 

One of... mine...

What did she look like?

 

Mmh. Pretty.

 

I am overwhelmed with details. What did she look like?

 

Yeah-!

>:I

We could call her back in!!!

 

[Juice curls up against @Orlandeau , who drapes a blanket over the two of them, obstructing Juice from Greshan's sight.

Orlandeau crosses his arms and glares at the coat.]

 

Can we please not the glitch left already.

 

Ave, can you tell me what she looked like?

 

-chuckles-

So protective...It's sweet.

 

Big. Pale. Spaceworthy, probably.

 

Quit creeping on my partner, or I'm gonna rub @Itch all over you.

 

fine, whatever. alienate the one guy who bothers to give you the time of day. maybe i should just 'accidentally' drop a lighter in your immediate vicinity, eh?

 

...big round shoulders? Blue optics?

 

touch me and ill pull your shitty hair out one strand at a time!!

 

Mhm.

 

...Iridium?

-He claps a hand over his mouth.-

 

Heh. Would give that silly blonde one more work to do. At my expense, mind, but I do so tire of her fussing. At least I could frustrate her.

I don't even know what that means, boy. Lighter?

 

Didn't ask her designation, brother dear, and taking composition samples of someone without asking is rude.

 

*A dream backpack materializes in his hands and he unzips it, rummaging within and pulling out a lighter. The lighter is flicked to ignite a flame.*

 

-completely ignores-

Just leave them alone, you sick fuck.