014 ♐ Text: Get e%tremely flustered over something trivial.

[musclebeast]

D --> I will not stand for this any longer
D --> Stand for f001ishness upon one hundred thousand prior, equally unsolicited f001ishnesses
D --> No, my keyboard does not need to be fi%ed
D --> Yes, I choose to type in this fashion, gosh darnit
D --> I canter e%actly understand why that concept is so e%tremely difficolt for you all to cram into your ossified mind compartments but perhaps it's because most of you revolting juveniles can barely use your diaperstubs let alone properly make use of your communication devices
D --> I am a troll, and like my fellow Alternians, I use a te%t quirk to properly e%press my individuality and perhaps e%emplify my bucking interests in a visual fashion
D --> I am coltsiderably perple%ed and quite frankly, ine%cusably teed off by this continuing damper on my forced thralldom here
D --> So stop asking or for fiddlesticking sakes ask me here and now and discontinue this e%cessively annoying line of questioning in the future

Comments

[biwinning]

no you can't.
becau2e eventually ii'll 2top gettiing mad at iit.
iit'll diie.
liike when people keep repeatiing the 2ame joke over and over agaiin, iit 2top2 beiing funny.

[musclebeast]

D --> Feel it necessary
D --> Please try to be competent enough to read what I type, I realize how difficult it is for you to focus on one thing at a time, but if you can't even properly read a sentence you may want to rethink you ridiculous duality comple%

[biwinning]

iit'2 not my fault you're barely coherent a2 iit ii2.
maybe you 2hould try rereadiing two doublecheck before 2pewiing out word2 aiimle22ly.

[musclebeast]

D --> I don't need to
D --> I'm rather competent when it comes to e%pressing myself
D --> Your the one constantly teeter totting between opinions like some kind of wiggler recreation plank

[biwinning]

iif you're 2o competent and people under2tand you all the tiime then you wouldn't have made thii2 po2t two beiing wiith.
you really are diiffiiCOLT two under2tand, mo2t of the tiime.
iit'2 really only becau2e ii'm 2o 2mart that ii manage two deciipher your hiighly uniintelliigiible word2.

[musclebeast]

D --> That's a completely different issue
D --> They don't have trouble understanding what I'm saying, they have trouble with the e%tra touches of pizazz I find necessary in my typing style

[biwinning]

"piizazz".
ii hate you even more for even u2iing that word.

[musclebeast]

D --> What the dickens is wrong with pizazz

[biwinning]

iit'2 a 2tupiid a2 hell word.

[biwinning]

iit'2 wor2e than diicken2.

[musclebeast]

D --> It's better than being a low class potty mouth
D --> And I still find nothing wrong with either of them

[biwinning]

low cla22 > 2oundiing 2tupiid a2 hell becau2e you 2ay piizazz.
and of cour2e, you wouldn't.

[musclebeast]

D --> I don't sound stupid

[biwinning]

you 2ound wor2e than 2tupiid.
you 2ound liike 2omeone who get2 theiir a22 handed two them on a 2iilver platter on a regular ba2ii2.
you 2ound liike you couldn't mu2ter up a vaguely iin2ultiive 2entence wiithout iit takiing you at lea2t ten miinute2 two fiind "2afe" replacement2 for all the word2 you wii2h you could 2ay.
you 2ound 2tupiid a2 hell and ridiculou2 on top of that.

[musclebeast]

D --> I've easily insulted you at a sufficient pace, using my so called 'safe' replacements
D --> I don't have to think about them, they're part of my vocabulary, just as your disgusting language is a part of yours

[biwinning]

...

whatever you 2tiill 2ound lame.

[musclebeast]

D --> And you're an imbecile for having nothing better to say than that

[biwinning]

whatever.

head2 up.

[Because in that moment, the door of Equius' warehouse explodes inward and flies off it's handles.]

[musclebeast]

[He doesn't have time to reply, he just stares at the door, muscles tense. Nepeta had left already, he's still a bit drenched from his shower, and perhaps now he feels a sweat coming on from how violent that entrance was.]

What- Sollux! [Tone a bit heavy, a mix between made and alluringly compelled as he looks from the smoking remains to the metallic warehouse door to his slight framed company.]

[biwinning]

Dramatic, wathn't it?

[Refering to his entrance, of course. He slowly floats downward to put his feet on the ground, and step into the warehouse.]

You like fixing thingsth anyway. And don't act like you didn't like that.

[musclebeast]

[Equius watches with a held breath, swallowing and lacing his lower lip with his tongue before the gentle pinch of his fangs snaps him out of his trance. His eyes return to the rather depressing sight that is the door and he finally returns to a more dignified stance, arms crossed over his chest, towel from his shower still nestled neatly against his neck.]

You are not to tell me what I enjoy and don't, and fixing a door is hardly the most interesting of tasks I could be spending my time doing.

[biwinning]

Really? Because I thwore dull and uninterethting activitiesth were what you liked to do betht! Whoopsth.

[A shrug, because wow, he knows you don't like to fix doors. That's why he did this. Because unlike with their apartment, Equius would HAVE to fix these.

Sollux looks around, staring at the piles of broken robots and their fellow pieces strewn about the floor.]

And becauthe beating the shit out of robotsth ith a much more interethting way of thpending your time, huh?

[musclebeast]

No, of course not, building robots is hardly uninteresting, but you wouldn't know, your expertise hasn't adventured out of software at all.

-Yes. It is, it's quite liberating and does well to relax me. You know that, don't feign naivety.

[biwinning]

Relaxes you. As you set them on a mode, that programsth them explicitly to try and kill you. Yeah, tho relaxing, I can thee why you'd do thith thort of thing for hoursth on end.

[Walking around, picking up robot pieces, and inspecting them. And then dropping them, and kicking them around. Just generally being a nuisance.]

[musclebeast]

It's very relaxing for someone as STRONG as I am.

[He watches, eyes slim behind his shades, feeling anger boil up in him quickly, second by second. He's almost shaking a little, hands clenching on his arms, clenched tight infront of him still.]