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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2020-11-14 07:48 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2020-11-14 07:48 am
MHA #4; Saturday Morning [11/14].
You know, for someone who actually once declared firmly and with confidence that she wanted to be a horse when she grew up, Summer thought she would be enjoying this so much more than she was. But apparently, being a pony kind of sucked, and it was made especially worse by the fact that her phone was blowing up with some drama back home and she couldn't even use it enough to even keep up with the basic details.
Oh, she tried. She tried a lot of things to try and make it easier, and felt the real irony of the matter was that here she was with a tattoo of her phone on her butt, even, so you'd think she'd at least have, like, some sort of magical pony ability to use it because whatever, that made sense, right? But nope. Just hooves. Maybe a mouth. She tried poking it with a stick, and the end of her muzzle sort of worked, but it was such an annoying process that, honestly? It could be the biggest news in the whole multiverse, and she was starting to feel like it was just so not worth it.
So, no phone. Yet another childhood dream smashed. But hey! If she got sick or injured, at least she could just go to her mom for medical care, right? And the cats seemed to get a kick out of playing with her tail, so there was that. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe all she needed was to go out and get a good prance on, or something.
But ugh! This phone thing was killing her!
[[ it's open! Though I may go a bit SP due to work for a chunk of time, but, I mean, ponies. come on. ]]
Oh, she tried. She tried a lot of things to try and make it easier, and felt the real irony of the matter was that here she was with a tattoo of her phone on her butt, even, so you'd think she'd at least have, like, some sort of magical pony ability to use it because whatever, that made sense, right? But nope. Just hooves. Maybe a mouth. She tried poking it with a stick, and the end of her muzzle sort of worked, but it was such an annoying process that, honestly? It could be the biggest news in the whole multiverse, and she was starting to feel like it was just so not worth it.
So, no phone. Yet another childhood dream smashed. But hey! If she got sick or injured, at least she could just go to her mom for medical care, right? And the cats seemed to get a kick out of playing with her tail, so there was that. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe all she needed was to go out and get a good prance on, or something.
But ugh! This phone thing was killing her!
[[ it's open! Though I may go a bit SP due to work for a chunk of time, but, I mean, ponies. come on. ]]
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“Before you ask, I don’t fucking know and I don’t care. I just wanted to see if you were okay,” Barry said. “Oh and hi.”
Hey at least he wasn’t going berserk about this.
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Summer was just glad she could at least manage a door better than she could manage her phone at the moment, and that back hooves were great for keeping any cats from getting any bright ideas about trying to dash out of the apartment.
And now she could focus on someone else's pony frustrations instead of her own!
"Awwww!" she gushed, beaming
despite the icon. "Look at you! So adorable."Any irritation would only take it up to that next level.
"Hi."
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He leaned over to nuzzle his pony nose against hers. “This is fucking weird.”
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"What?" she then managed to get out. "Like you've never randomly woken up as a talking brightly-colored pony before?"
To be fair, neither had she, but that was actually a little surprising for her.
"And it could be worse," she then pointed out. "We could be puking sparkles and farting rainbows, too."
Or she could be. You've met her daemon, Barry.
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