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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 12:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 6:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 11:36 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 1:52 pm
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Boho froze at the sound of Knots' laughter. At first, she thought the little green unicorn was going to scream or yell at them for making such a mess- but when she started giggling, well, it got pretty infectious. Soon Boho found herself laughing along.
"Here, let me help," she said, carefully dusting off her sister and pushing the flour on the floor towards the wastebasket. She was extremely glad that everybody was laughing it off. If they couldn't see the humor in the situation, there might have been some seriously hurt feelings, she supposed, and so this way- laughing at it- was definitely much better.
When Warp Nine finally stopped panicking, he looked down at the mess. Oh man. At first he thought he was going to get yelled at, but then everybody started laughing. Nervously, he chuckled, too, then started helping clean up the sticky mess. When the girls stopped paying attention to him, he jumped out the open window and dashed away.
Warp Nine had learned two things that day. One: laughter was a great way to stop fights. For a while, it kind of looked like two of the girls were going to fight, but the comedy of it all defused the situation. He filed this away in his mind; it was a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.
But he'd definitely never forget the other lesson he'd learned that day. Lesson two: Girls are completely insane and should probably be avoided at all costs.
[[We wrapping up? Cool!]]
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Scaramouche Fandango Crew
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 4:50 pm
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Dirty, TART was completely dirty, and not even in the fun pudding wrestling sort of way her father had told her stories about. Caked head to hoof in flour and it was horrible, absolutely awful. She paced back, ready to let the other fillies and colts what-for, when she bumped right into the kitchen island. The island rocked back and the contents on it tipped forward, and sprinkles rained down on her, shutting her off mid-breath.
Stunned, she looked between herself, Boho and Delta, staring as they started to giggle and laugh. It was absolutely infectious, there was no halting the giggles bubbling up in her chest.
“Looks like we’ll be having sprinkles after all!”
(Dooon't mind me here, long-overdue TART wrap up @_@ )
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