aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand im done rping for the night OTL night guys!!!!!!
"Who are you? Where are we? What are we? Explain these things to me Marshall." Yes, she knew she had just answered one of her own questions. She just felt like messing with him.
“I’m Marshall, which you just answered, we’re right outside my house, aaand I’m a vampire and you’re a dweeb.”
Lace rolled her eyes and laughed. "Suuuurre you do." She crawled onto his lap and kissed him quickly before hopping onto the floor. "Get dressed, Marshy~"
He reaches for her lazily as she gets off the bed. “Nooo come baaaack. I don’t want to get dreeesssed.”
do you hear the homestucks sing?
singing the song of angry men
it is the music of a fandom that
FUCKING DESERVES TO BE TREATED LIKE HUMAN BEINGS
Marshall: Try to befriend your best friend’s cat
“They’re on top of the fridge.” The very mention of the cooling device had Meral’s cat’s interests suddenly aroused, and his ears perked up.
The wrinkly feline plopped himself onto the floor, narrowing his eyes as an expectant purr rose in his throat. A meow followed, and he crept closer to Marshall.
Marshall looked at the cat apprehensively, scrambling to his feet. “Uh..do you want some treats, dude?”
Another meow, this time a little more pronounced. You rub your weird ass naked body against his pantleg, then casually lounge on the floor, continuing to purr contently. He smells like the human version of catnip that your darling Meral used to smoke before she was inseminated.
“….Okaaaay dude let’s get that for you.” You look away from the cat, walking into the kitchen. “It’s on the fridge, right?” You shout back to Meral, standing up straight and peeking up at the top of the refrigerator.
You hear mum shout something about a ‘pink container on top of the damn fridge’. You associate both those words with snack-related things, and you stalk the male trying to achieve your affection into the kitchen. Is he afraid of you? You know Meral’s cousin Merlin is. After all, you’ve attacked him on numerous occasions because he is just one big pussy willow all because of a bad experience with a different cat. You’re merely beating some sense into him.
You nod and grab the container, ripping it open and taking out a treat. You look down at Hat and wave it around a bit. “You want the treat Hat?”
Penelope put her finger to his mouth, trying her best to keep a serious face. "Shhhhh. No words. Only death now, Lee."
Marshall shut his eyes tightly, acting as if he was in extreme pain. “Tell Gumball……….that I………think he sucks.” He stuck his tongue out of his mouth, going limp.
"I really should've been the one who had to switch around my sleeping schedule, not you." Lace shrugged and threw a black shirt at him, sighing. "We can't do a lot of stuff during the day so I figured this would be sorta easier." She turned and walked over to the bed then sat on the edge once she got there. "I'm sorry, babe."
He groaned, sitting up slightly and rubbing at his eyes. “Hhhhhh I hate you.”
Marshall: Try to befriend your best friend’s cat
“They’re on top of the fridge.” The very mention of the cooling device had Meral’s cat’s interests suddenly aroused, and his ears perked up.
The wrinkly feline plopped himself onto the floor, narrowing his eyes as an expectant purr rose in his throat. A meow followed, and he crept closer to Marshall.
Marshall looked at the cat apprehensively, scrambling to his feet. “Uh..do you want some treats, dude?”
Another meow, this time a little more pronounced. You rub your weird ass naked body against his pantleg, then casually lounge on the floor, continuing to purr contently. He smells like the human version of catnip that your darling Meral used to smoke before she was inseminated.
“….Okaaaay dude let’s get that for you.” You look away from the cat, walking into the kitchen. “It’s on the fridge, right?” You shout back to Meral, standing up straight and peeking up at the top of the refrigerator.
