shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

...Space isn't my jurisdiction but I'm pretty sure I can still arrest him for that.

Also, I'm pretty sure this would rival Captain Nekorai's "Disco Ball" for world's most persuasive interrogation technique.

 

And also one more also! Why did I have to be the one to miss out on the lesbian kissing?! I want in on the lesbian kissing too!

 

definitely continue with the lesbian kissing.

 

(...can't use your water powers...stinking cheater..!)
[orlandeau is controlling the water carefully, there is no fighting back against his tongue in this element, and furthermore, juice is now pinned and has no means of escape.

resistance is futile.

this plan has backfired harder than the cigarette incident from earlier]

 

i dont knowv vwhat a lesbian is but id be up for some kissing.

 

[Orlandeau has essentially won the battle of tongue wrestling at this point, and so clearly his next new tactics focus on how to best tease and humiliate his partner. Allowing Juice to gasp for breath, he now slowly trails his tongue around the inside of Juice's mouth, as if to mock them.

He then releases the arms—which at this point lack the strength to do anything—and uses his no longer-preoccupied thumb and index finger to hold Juice's chin while he proceeds to give them hickeys.]

 

[Max quickly runs over and moves in to start kissing Maverick, but gags and backs away before any kissing can begin.]
What the fuck, why do you smell so terrible?!

 

its called my natural scent!

 

...okay...i'm not mad anymore...but...you're still...a stinking cheater...

ahh...that really tickles

 

You smell worse than the loose notes my sister gives me whenever she actually decides to pay rent!

 

[Satisfied with his work, Orlandeau confidently carries a still panting Juice out of the rave so that he can continue this elsewhere. He makes a mental note to hide their hoodie later so that they are forced to wear his own sweater, which he imagines should be over-sized enough that the bruises on Juice's neck should be fully exposed, once they form.]

Nope, a welcome to paradise.

[Orlandeau winks at Itch before exiting completely]

 

The pathetic part's how you're a creepy, desperate asshole that drives off all the people that don't have all those qualities in the abundance that you do.

It's not that you fuck yourself - it's that you are the only person that ever wants to fuck you.

There's a difference, you know...

 

Yeah. We didn't fuck each other 'cause we were desperate and out of options. We fucked each other 'cause we liked what we saw and were like, "why the hell not?"

 

And we don't treat our selfcest like it's the same kind of thing as our relationships with Sunshine and Pap. I mean, sure, it's kinda similar but it's also masturbatory and we're not gonna pretend any different.

 

*smirks* And if Sunshine, Pap and/or Dali wanna join us, they're totally welcome to...

 

Aw man I missed the public smoochfest? No fair! D:

 

You can totally try and start another. There's no limit on public smoothfests in here, you know...

 

...you are my favorite squishy. And also completely correct. [He looks around the Rave for someone he's actually interested in kissi-- oh hey there's Whisperwind! He goes to drape himself around the other jet, one hand dropping to twine their fingers together. Some of the other robots (or observant inhabitants of the rave) might recognize that they're 'talking' in chiro, even while Venture peppers the trailing edges of his trinemate's wings with tiny kisses.]

 

[Much silent giggling and fluttering of wings; if Venture wanted an easy job, he shouldn't have gone for an excitable jet's wings! Eventually Whisper tugs him up for a proper kiss-- or as close as they can get when they're both still grinning.]

 

*smiles softly* Thanks!