shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Lissa shrugs. "Well, it's different when 'outside' is out an airlock, not 'a mile up the road at Tambry's."

 

[Ratio wiggles his screen wings, cautiously flirty] An' that's a good thing cause I ain't gonna try to take a stab at the squishie fraggin' market anytime myself. I jus' sell the vids I ain't starrin' in 'em.
... Most'a the time.

I dunno, my mech, you're pretty smart if ya wanna be??? Slag's kinda difficult not to expect when ya hang out forever with nothin' but Intel, background checks Kinda become second nature.

 

-Lacuna lobs the snack ball at Venture.-

CATCH!

 

Ehhh I guess? 'A mile up the hall at Nichy's' is still inside for one thing :P

Psssshh I'm not the smart one I'm just pretty and fast! But I hear ya it's kinda weird when not everyone has the same foundation. Half of Comms doesn't even read wing!

 

good. Drink? -His wings relax.-

The day Venture is responsible is the day I turn into an autobot.

 

[He does, in fact, react quick enough to catch it. And gets his fingers glued together with sticky sodium for his trouble. He pulls a face.] Thaaaanks prettywings.

 

-grins- You have nice aim.

 

Wing's hard for non-natives, my mech, y'have no idea.
[exaggerated "wing" flutter. Look at how he doesn't even have an 'accent'. Praise him?]

 

You're supposed to eat it, not wear it!

-She flutters her pretty, pretty wings.-

 

[He shudders]
Libs I'm eatin', don't say such horrifyin' things when we're havin' fuel.

 

[Flirty flutter.] You even get pretty screens to change up easier than paint!

You said catch! [Overdramatic sad wings. Betrayal!!!]

 

-laughs- Don´t worry sweetspark, Venture can´t find responsible with a locator beacon.

 

You'll have to eat your way free.

 

[Double pistols and a wink paired with ridiculous fireworks on his wings, go!] They're pretty fraggin' neat aren't there?

Good. I l've 'im the way he is.

 

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There you fucking go with that fuck shit
Kuckers, I swear (cuck! Hehe) I will feed you to a fucking centaur. Fuck the fuck off

 

The horror!!! [Nope, he can't keep it up, he's laughing and prying caramel off his fingers to snack on.]

Awwww I'm touched! Do you really???

 

Of course, you fraggin' nerd, who wouldn't??

 

You've fallen for my trap of friendship!

-She claps and laughs.-

 

Ford cracks up. "I'll keep that in mind."

 

"Exactly," Lissa says. "So, they might be kitlings. Jezebel was seven the first time I let her go hiking with Gwendolyn down to Tambry's house. I wouldn't have let her near an airlock though."