shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

...I see. Though you do not look overly similar to Simon's brother Samael. For example, you are not male.

 

That might be Sawyl. I've never met him. I'm adopted.

 

...That would make rather more sense, yes.
-perches herself in Simon's lap with ceremony, sitting primly-
I hope he is treating you well.

 

Sam is very helpful! I love him a lot.

-She breaks into a warm grin.-

 

Well, good. I will not need to have a word, in that case.

 

I might be a bit weird. I'm not very old.

 

You look perfectly of age to me.

 

I do! I do look older. But I'm probably about 3 months old. 4 at most.

 

...
-sighs-
More of this magic business.

 

dont vworry! im six but i look nine at LEAST.

 

He is quite content to be Theresa's throne once more, although he quite improperly attempts to bury his nose in her hair.
"That smile is entirely the wrong reaction to those of my kind..."
He is not quite grumblign nor quite whispering but he is hoping that this strange child does not hear him.

"And indeed you act like the most vexingly misbehaved toddler."

 

-She nods enthusiastically.-

 

I am not sure why I should care.

 

I smile at who and what I will, my dearest husband. -leans back into him minutely-

Well. I wish you the best of luck in your efforts to... grow up.

 

Thank you! Do you want a piece of candy?

 

...Candy.

 

-She holds out a fun sized snickers bar.-

 

-takes it, delicately, and examines it-
...Interesting.

 

It's got nuts and milk, in case you can't have those. I know some people get sick and you can't tell without asking.

 

Thankfully, my constitution is quite robust. -carefully unwraps the snickers and tries it- ...Very interesting.