Answering the old age question [video]

[likeits1999]

Oh, hey, guys, I thought of something.

[ The group has had some time to catch their collective breaths, this isn't the first night. Kevin's mirror is hovering while he seems to be working on... something to do with the bolts on his skateboard. He had his skateboard stuff on him upon arrival because of course Kevin did. Anyone who actually knows anything about skating, though, would know it's unnecessary maintenance. Kevin's doing it to have something to do. ]

It's not, like, important. But I was wondering. How old is everybody?

[ He almost lets it go, but he's nervous so then he has to elaborate: ]

I mean, I know that my situation is super weird and I guess some other people's is too, but I am kind of wondering who all is like. The adultest.

I'm, uh, I was seventeen when I died but I guess I'm actually twenty-eight?

Comments

[credit_not_blame]

Yes, you are in fact fucking terrifying. [Stacia winks.] Or, alternatively, you're just a biiiiig snuggly puppy!

[ragefeathers]

Damn right.

[ Let her be proud of this one, okay? ]

Wait, no. The terrifying part. I am NOT a snuggly puppy.

[ DON'T CRASH HER REP LIKE THIS STACIA. ]

[credit_not_blame]

[ Stacia giggles, because she delights in the Ragabash privilege of being the absolute worst sometimes. ]

Absolutely pants-shittingly terrifying, yes.

[ragefeathers]

I'm gonna find you and sit on you with my entire wolf butt.

[credit_not_blame]

Oh nooooooo, not the butt!

[Werewoofs, y'all.]