shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-Makes a noise of argument, because damn-

 

Pours out a bowl and hands it over*

 

zz:D zz:D zz:D

 

What, You want to fuckin' go? You got a problem? I bet you, in 10 minuets, Hancock gonna do the same.

*winks*

 

I feel like Cods and I are the only sane one of this group.

 

-dramatically fans self, grinning, actually ignoring soup-

 

*Cronus casually produces a phone, snapping a few pictures of the various shirtless ravers.*

 

I don't know, Master Nick. If these Mister and Mistresses feel as if they must remove their undergarments, then why can't Mistress Cait and Master Hancock join in, too?

 

*floats up to cronus*

*tries to will the phone away*

 

*winks a little bit more*

 

*Too late. Dualscar already has a glass-crushing grip on the phone.*

 

*strikes a pose*
Like what 'cha see?

 

*grins at dualscar*

 

nevwer taking the armor off evwer again.

 

Great! So I am the only sane one! *storms off ranting about how what his friends gotten into*

 

Your armor is part of you. Don't take it off. It represents who you are. *taps his "onion helmet"*

 

"Alas, attractive men who know it tend to be busy."

 

look, cmon, i wasnt even LOOKING at you. you look like a creepily attractive ripped alien version of my dad. you couldve at least turned it OFF before BREAKING it.

 

But they can't stay for, I don't know, at least an hour. It gets boring being in the painting alone.