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 Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 10:07 pm
Carefully, Happy led the mare by the hoof down the museum's crowded halls. He took extra care to avoid clumps of other phony and the benches that were placed along the sides of the hallways as he headed towards the butterfly exhibit. Normally it cost an extra fee to go in, but since mare's seemed to love butterflies so much, the stallion had taken the time to befriend the stallion who was usually working the ticket booth for it.
With a nod and a smile to his 'buddy', the flutter led Lovely through the double doors to the small greenhouse. Amongst the plants the small winged beauties flew freely, mingling with the museum's guests. If she didn't enjoy this then he'd have to completely relearn what he knew about mares. Butterflies and flowers were something he'd always been sure about.
Releasing her hoof, he took a step back. "Alright, you can open your eyes now."
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 3:17 pm
When Lovely Corpse opened her eyes at Happy Endings' command, as expected, no outward reaction came -- surely to the stallion's disappointment. The teal mare's eyes followed various floating specimens, smile in place, but there was no obvious reaction. She did like this, and she did like preserving butterflies and bugs... Corpse also appreciated the beauty of nature and its many colors.
Taking a few steps forward, Lovely Corpse's head tilted this way and that to view the butterflies that dare float near her -- but that was it. No apparent interest or excitement, just curious staring.
The mare didn't realize how this was inwardly tearing at Happy Endings. He wasn't vocal about his concerns over himself or how he wished to make Lovely Corpse happy. She thought, at this point, he wanted to make friends. To her, what was romance?
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 11:05 pm
"So..." The flutter fidgeted as he carefully scrutinized the mare's reactions. "Do you like it?" He murmured, his hope rapidly dwindling with every passing second. What little interest she had seemed to be simply politeness. Happy scuffed his hooves one the stone path, chewing his lip. The stallion stared at her with despair, afraid to hear her response.
She hated it, he was sure. He should have just led her straight towards the taxidermied dead stuff. Without a doubt Lovely probably thought he was some cheesy loser or a wuss who enjoyed pretty bugs, or- or... Any number of other things that could only mean she found him unappealing! His only hope now to salvage the date was to lead her straight there and hope maybe that would convince her this whole outing was worth her time.
"I'm sorry. Most girls usually like sort of stuff. I just thought... Maybe we should just go see the preserved animals already." He spluttered.
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