#unwellydrawnroxy

[shittydrawndave]

TG: fuck yea

TG: magical milk from like the fuckin old ass novel

TG: what was it called

TG: TUCK EVERLASTING

TG: gonna ever our last until the sun explodes or some shit

TG: man i dont fuckin know

TG: this is nice though

TG: happy birthday

TG: shit man its crazy were all getting older

TG: do you think wed spoil like milk or age like fine wine

TG: im placing my bets on the latter

(@shittilydrawndave)

[Mmm, I think we’ll age like particularly magically delicious milk.]

[badlydrawnrose]

Excellent. We shall meet soon once more. We will be discussing the odd phenomenon known as the anons; I suspect these sunshaded spectators may be more eldritch than they let on, given that they seem to be the origin of both the trickster fiasco and the nyapocolypse.

Hello there, Roxy. It has been quite a while.

By the way, would you be interested in joining our horrorterror and squiddle club? We have quite a few members, including Jade.

@badlydrawnrose

[ye that sounds fnu as heck]

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

You simply stare for a moment at the strange girl named roxy, she seems... familiar, but you can't place why, or the strange nameless? guilt, tearing at your heart like a vulture at a carcass... You decide to focus on the words and their far less... distressing connotations.

... That.... I suppose would be a rather accurate description, if, extremely blunt, blunter then a lead pipe ripped out from the wall that's for sure but to be fair, blunt gets the point across in terms of words anyhow ensuring they make their mark, may I ask how you and neeppi are enjoying the event so far, and if there are any interesting activities you think I may enjoy?

You think for a moment, wondering where all the booze is considering how tipsy every appears to be... but see only punch, you decide to cut your losses and use the abilities from the final prototyping to appearify a glass of punch in your hand... albeit a little punch spills away, like your idea of fate as a job to be fulfilled after your conversation with this nepeta. as you placed the punch a little far above the cup, before taking a bit of a drink, nothing major... though it does taste odd for punch.

Ww33lp, it's ouur tuurnn fuur 7 mminns inn h33av33nn bs.

-@shitty-heinoupeta

[Hello fellow cat, you look incredibly scary]

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

You take a moment to teleport over there not fly... there's noooot quite enough head room in that unfortunately, a shame, it would've been nice to stretch your wings, your breath hairpin is fairly nice and secure while you're dressed within your witch costume.

Give me a moment, alright, who would you like me to meet? Also what is your name, as I never really got that. Kinda stupid of Past Becca to not ask that, maybe I should flick her in the head.

You awkwardly half chuckle slightly at your poor attempt at a joke, coming out as little tiny connected yips.

Ww33lp, it's ouur tuurnn fuur 7 mminns inn h33av33nn bs.

-@shitty-heinoupeta

[Hello fellow cat, you look incredibly scary]