#dangergrin

[darlingrat]

i will blow the entire sewage system up and us in it

so you'd bomb an innocent woman's home???? ya like when trans women are livin on da streets???? is dat how it is??? rats, eat his ugg boots

[darlingrat]

please dont let another one of these rodents touch me. the shoes are versace and it was a pain in the ass heist to get them and that little rat just scratched my paint job on them.

❝ y' paint y'er shoes? who does 'dat. ❞

she's attempting to contemplate how that would even work. like, with a paintbrush? hrmph.

❝ why do we even hang out if y' hate my babies so much. ❞ it wasn't even a question. it was muttered under her breath, phrased to herself. rodents are ushered back to their mother, teeny tiny claws scrabbling up her legs for attention and validation. the aforementioned tiny one - it perches upon her shoulder, nose twitching as it sniffs the air.

❝ 'is name is nathaniel. ❞ a scritch just under his chin, ❝ y' can tell 'cause 'e's 'da runt. i told y' t' tell 'em apart. real rude oth'awise. ❞

[realgaser]

you cant be around me in that outfit

 !   !             —                   ❝                 fuck   you   .           this   is    𝗴𝑒𝘯𝙪𝐢𝐧𝙚     juicy   couture   .        ❞     

[freakadot]

i party like a rockstar, choirboy.

asks, answered.

first off: “choirboy?” elora mouths. the offense! she scowls, as she does with almost any nickname she’s ever been given. ever. and secondly: “— well. i’m not much of a partier.” and perhaps like a true, disapproving choirboy, she crosses her arms over her chest.

“you’re gonna have to count me out for tonight.” it’s just as risky refusing the joker as it probably is going anywhere with him. elora, never denying a chance to be stubborn, will just have to take that chance. “call me a square.”