shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

IS THAT A CHALLENGE

the reaching part not. Not the fucking part

 

fine alright, mostly luck then :P

 

[He would be very offended if he weren't fighting for his life. By himself. On his table-turned-bus stop. Why is it so tall.]

You're like FIVE. I wouldn't fuck a five year old.
9_9

 

YES THAT IS WHY I WAS CLARIFYING

I COULD STILL KICK UR ASS IF I WANTED

 

Again, this isn't really your place to decide.

-walks over and holds out hand-

 

You're too short to reach the tabletop!
@_@
=_=

 

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" He chanted in the background. He really couldn't resist. Please, somebody stop him.

 

*His own bus stop table erupts beneath his feet, complete with kitten-proof safety fence around it.*'

*Smug cat.jpg.*

 

Rawneth narrows her eyes at this … insufferable brat.

"You're such a wonderfully damaged creature. I like that. Maybe I should collect you. Mount you on my wall with an apple in your mouth, perhaps. Or see how you like the endless days you could spend in my oubliette. Such possibilities."

 

-Tapping into her aspect and also the shiftable nature of the rave, especially for someone as stubborn as she is, Clover turns into a wind and reforms a distance away, still holding the coat.-

I told you, lady, you can't touch me.

 

-he swoons as only a narcissistic coat can. which is to say he is entirely still and also silent-

 

!_!
[The table... starts running. Literally what the fuck is happening here.]

 

-rushes after clover with all the ferocity of a Nemesis. claws are extended all the way and she swipes at the coat, hooking them into his detestable body. using this she pulls both him closer to her and herself further forward. her other hand grabs the bulk of the coat and yanks it out of clover's hands-

As I said. This isn't your place to decide.

-she takes a step back and unfurls the garment. then slides him on with a sigh. he is such a pain in the ass at times. still family though.-

It's good to see that you're capable enough of keeping our Lady Randir off you, though. Very good.

 

HEY FUCK YOU GET BACK HERE

 

I am TORN. Quite literally! There are damnable holes in me!

 

I could give you back to Clover. If you'd prefer.

 

Fine. But it might be a good idea to talk to Valiska, anyway.

...I'm not sorry I was going to burn him but I'm sorry I was rude to you?

 

-remains silent like the petulant child he is-

 

FUCK NO.
>_<
[The table runs faster while he ducks and weaves like a pro. A... pro at dodging cats?]

 

It makes sense, yes. I appreciate the honesty as well. Preferable to you apologizing for something you feel no actual remorse for.

As far as Valiska is concerned, I will consider it.