shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Phuck. Sorry, didnt mean to come ophph like that.

Phuck you.

*Flips him off.*

 

Kind of a questionable thing to call femmes by mech pronouns in general.

 

Izn'7 7ha7 wha7 you wan7?

 

Spoiler: slightly nsfw

That does sound rather like my life, but I'm the someone a good bit of the time.

You're well on your way just saying his name, he tends to pay attention to that. Though if he decides to be contrary, I can't help you.

 

But science is fun. Are you saying I can´t do science all the time caer? -biiig sad kitten eyes with a teeny glint of mischief-

 

...I realize it's no excuse for him, but I think someone might have something to say about Neocybex in that case.

 

Valiska settles down. Slowly. "Apology accepted. Thank you."

She breathes out, and her hair settles, and her eyes open, and her ears prick back up. It's not like she's completely unsympathetic with the sentiment. Wishing to murder Dualscar is perfectly understandable, but it can't be done here and in other places there are better ways to deal with his sort. And making an entire crowd of people listen to your violent, excessively visceral murder fantasy is just. not. done.

 

like i SAID, i just vwoke up one night and realized id been livwing a lie and then i found out vwhatd actually happened.

 

Well not here thats phor damn sure.

 

Some femme might in fact decide ta biter yer face off if ya keep doin´it.

 

Nah.

 

... well, there is already an evil Norm clone from an alternate universe in existence somewhere, though he's never came here, and if you guys met him, well, I'd understand if you didn't trust me. That guy was a bastard and I'm really glad that my timeline has diverged far, far away from his universe.

 

Neocybex can kiss my aft

 

Ok. -sits down next to her and watches-

 

Duh.

 

Not when its bed time or mealtime, darling. Or when you have to tidy your room.

Neocybex is a scrap pile vaguely shaped like a language, your point being?

 

-coughting that sounds like "Hypocrit"-

 

-eyes focused on something that isn't there, speaking on an exhale- Face to face, shut up in the cage of time, the challenge absolute.

 

My labspace is perfectly tidy at all times, dear Nurse.
[She chuckles]

 

"It´s clean! I have a system!"

What? Caer, Sire, I think the organic is glitching.