#c!vee

Vee: FIGHT ME, YOU FUCKING ASS! Tech: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. Vee: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? Tech: Somehow that's worse.

Daffy: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Vee: I wake up at 4:30 AM Daffy: Daffy: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Daffy and Vee skipping stones on lake Daffy: It’s such a beautiful evening. Vee, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

Altair, telling c!Vee about everything during their weekly tea time in the afterlife: So there’s this god with a console c!Vee, rolling up her sleeves:

Vee: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Daffy: I think you mean cards. Vee, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

Daffy: You love me, right, Vee? Vee: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Daffy: How petty can you get? Vee: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Vee: What’s up guys? I’m back. Tech: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Vee: Death is a social construct.