nitr0splicer:

nitr0splicer:

stop me plz

no…tes??

What the dick is the deal with that Egbert kid’s mouth. 

Ain’t nobody got time for that.

Watch the little man trip over a puppet. 

Do nothing about it until the very last second.
A-star parenting right there. 
Kid’s gotta learn. 

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Oh what the shit. 

I forgot this blog was a thing.

nitr0splicer:

dave strider doing things
the gifset

sTOP ME 

Where the fuck is the soda. 

optimistictroll:

fuckdeepinsmuppetass:

optimistictroll:

;33 < it’s no purroblem~

;33 < i don’t mind heading out.

;33 < besides, it’s purretty cool out.

> Mind you, you were used to living on your home planet where it was constantly hot and even then you still wore long sleeves. So really the Texas heat was nothing to you and you wouldn’t mind it one bit since you would be going out with a friend. It was then you realized he was one of your closer friends, even before you moved to earth. He was pretty considerate even if he tried to hide it behind that Strider irony. 

;33 < hmm?

;33 < well tea would be nice.

;33 < but whatefur mew have is fine.

> you watched him fiddle with his piercings for a moment before hopping up onto a clear counter to watch. Even though it was a little awkward, especially since the two of you weren’t strifing, it was a nice way to spend the day.

Alright.
Well, gimme a few minutes to wake the hell up.
Then we can go.
That sound okay to you, kitty?

> Yeah, it was cool outside, but cool for Texas was still pretty damn hot. You never went outside unless you had to, and that was mostly at night. At least there was a bit of breeze around then. It wasn’t like making your way through a raging inferno.
But, whatever. Maybe it would be nice to take a trip out with Nepeta. Strifing all the time would probably get pretty damn tedious.

Dang.
You drink that shit?
Oh well, each to their own I guess.
I ain’t too sure how to even make it good.

> There has been a box of teabags on the counter for longer than you care to remember. It was a gift or some shit from a neighbor, something to do with your birthday. Like really, did you look like the kind of guy who sits at a table, sipping on that crap with your pinky out? Hell no.—
However, you’ve got to give a lady what she wants. So with a slight sigh, you grab the kettle and start filling it up at the faucet. 

;33 < that sounds just fine.

> You give a grin as he mentally laments the heat of his area of residence. Of course you’ve no idea what he’s thinking because you can’t read minds and his face is carefully blank again. You’re used to it though. You kicked your feet out somewhat restlessly as grabbed at the box of bags.

;33 < h33h33 well yes.

;33 < i’m mewsed to drinking it.

;33 < soda wasn’t easily accessed where i mewsed to live.

;33 < if mew’d like i can make it myself.

;33 < it’s purretty easy.

> You give a small chortle as he sighs, going to fill his kettle with water. It made you wonder why he had it in the first place if he didn’t drink tea. Maybe for instant stuff? That would make sense. You leaned over and watched him fiddle around, it was obvious he rarely, if ever, touched the stuff. That is if the layer of dust on the box was anything to go by.

Life without soda?
Shit.
There ain’t no way I could have survived. 

> After filling the kettle with water from the spluttering faucet, you wander back across the kitchen floor. You barely ever use this piece of junk apart from for instant noodles or the occasional hot chocolate. After all, the Striders are takeout guys. There isn’t really much use for the kitchen at all. Well, apart from it being a storage place for snacks and sweet, sweet soda.

But heck, I ain’t gonna make you do this.
You’re the guest.
Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. 

> Once the kettle has been placed back down so it can heat up, you turn back to face Nepeta. It was pretty rude to talk to her without meeting her gaze, wasn’t it? Not that she would be able to tell where you were looking anyway. But whatever…—
You lean back against the counter, waiting to see what she has to say next. It is nice to talk to an ‘adult’ for once.

What the fuck is a quadrant. 

optimistictroll:

;33 < i could expurrlain it to mew if mew’d like.

;33 < it’s supurr easy.

Sure.
Shoot.
It sounds pretty interesting, I guess. 

What the fuck is a quadrant.