shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

...Am not. [But the pettings resume anyways, with both hands now.]

 

[His pede descends onto scope's not-face. someone's gonna get sweet foot to the optic contact]
Shutttttttt up.

Oh my fuck go away I want to be a bitter piece of scrap take your stupid adorable jetfuel elsewhere.

 

Yes Nurse :P [Face scritches for catfriend! He will follow any direction, verbal or not, should Sawbones indicate she'd like any particular spot to get attention.]

[Venture is doing some purring himself now! He wiggles a little, trying to get closer to his trinemates without dislodging Sawbones.]

 

[If he had a mouth he would lick the foot. As it is, he attempts to give it a tickle.]

Oh no sorry is talking not what you want from me. How terrible. I will shut up post-haste and promptly stopping sassing, surely, any minute now, truly I will oh me oh my.

 

:c okay. [For a fraction of a second Whisper looks positively miserable; then he vanishes from the Rave.]

 

[Gentle pressure is applied, but nothing actually painful]
Didn't you guys come with a mute button, the last rifle I got to take for a ride never said a single word.

 

-nuzzles until ears scritches are obtained and the melts a bit, paws stretching out and optics half shuttering. There is loud purring-

 

Awww hey no don't-- [but alas, he is gone. Venture pouts, but resists the urge to be petty at Scanner. Sawbones gets even more pettins instead.]

 

Alas good sir but I was made defective for you see I just cannot shut up. It's against my programming. No one ever bothered to remove my bocalizer neither which we both can see was a mistak but I cannot control the sick rhymes I throw out.

[Tickle tickle.]

 

What sick rhymes the jetfuel you are spouting doesn't even fragging rhyme, smelting pits, at least put effort into this garbage.

[Tapping his pede against Scope's optic is totally a normal and appropriate thing to do. tap tap tap tap...]

 

I'm rhyming in nonstanderd formation to a Old Cybertronian cant. It's okay if you don't recognize it. You've probably never heard it before, it's not very mainstream.

[His optic is flashing in time to taps.]

 

Gross. Hipster. Awful.
[Tap tap tap]

 

Al'rrhissim's face drops to a sad cat expression. The saddest cat.

 

-Lacuna flops out into the rave, pouting.-

Everything is so frustrating I wanna stab someone.

 

You say that like it isn't default state.

 

stab someone!!

 

-Lacuna stabs Itch's shadow.-

 

THROW IT AT HIM, NOT ME!!

 

Eeeehn. He's like, barely family-like.

 

Step on me, sempai.