shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

You're welcome. -snuggles up against him and giggles-

 

He dint get that from me!

 

-guilty cat face-

 

[her resolve wobbles a little.]
You have to ask. You might get sick if oyu eat candy all the time.

 

I have pictures proving the opposite, nurse.

 

you dont!! thats a lie!!

 

Your voice modulation informs me that there is probably a raised eyebrow on your face as well.
... Good thing, really, only thing I really could've suggested is knitting and... is that even a thing with your people? Rillyeneth swears up and down that some of the wire stuff she handed me some time ago is for programming, but...

 

-calmly regards the mi. no touching it. or talking to it. just kind of observing and noting what it is-

Don't care.

 

(reed looks alarmed whenever the idea of having two of someone around is brought up. she doesn't need that in her life, no thank you.)

 

Reasoning with sparklings won't work, I fear. (Apostasia grins)
Them getting sick sometimes does, and sometimes only strict rationing and time. Good luck either way.

 

See, she´s on my side!

 

[There is a soundproof glass cube surrounding Itch now. Nichrome does not need her input while she tries to parent.]

 

I do not have a talent for knitting. Creation is not my forte.

 

*She's screaming bloody censorship from within the shame cube.*

 

-mock glare- Hmpf. But no, neither of you is allowed to live on candy. Or I Will. send you to Triage for nutrition counseling.

 

The little moon in your hand speaks a different language.

 

It is not reasoning. I'm explaining why I make rules.

Darling, she is not of consequence to why you aren't allowed to eat as much candy.

 

Please not that again.

 

A lucky accident.

 

Wukong be damned. Walk into a Door God bar? Too many planes, trains, and automobiles.