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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 4:19 pm
Lullaby had been working hard. Ever since he had had very nearly stolen from Honeysuckle, he had turned up to help the huge phony out as much as possible. Sometimes with Hydrangea, sometimes by himself, but he rarely missed a day. His mother had been delighted with the plant he had given her and seeing that joy had made Lullaby want to gift more flowers to others.
.. and next in line was Draft Punk.
He had selected a small pot of violets and he really hoped his friend would like them as much as he did. The little pot was resting in a saddle back as he made his way to Draft’s house and knocked politely on the door.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 4:27 pm
The knock to the door produced a black mare with lovely white hair. She blinked down at the white and green colt. He had some flowers with him. Scent Puff realized this must be one of the colts that were helping Honeysuckle in his shop. He had mentioned having some little apprentices.
"Bonjour leetell one," she smiled at him then remembered this was the colt that Draft ran around with, "Eef you are lookeng for Draft 'e ez en 'ez room. Do non knock, juz go en. 'e cannon 'ear you wiz 'ez museek on." She led him through her very stylish french home, many colorful and beautiful bottles decorating the hallways. But they all disappeared as she approached her children's hallway.
Draft's door was easy to see. It was covered in musical notes and keyboard/turntable pictures. A thumping beat was heard from behind the door as the plurble colt enjoyed his music time.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 4:35 pm
Lullaby smiled at the Draft’s beautiful mother, making sure his hooves were clean before coming into her house. Once inside he looked around in awe. Everything was so clean and expensive looking. Back home everything was a bit simpler, cozier with pillows scattered everywhere you looked. But Lullaby was very impressed. “Thank you.” He said politely as they reached Draft’s door. With one last smile at Scent Puff, he opened up Draft’s door and peeked his head in. He was nearly blown right back out by the music.
He slipped inside and for a long moment, looking curiously around his friend’s bedroom.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 4:43 pm
Draft's room was hardly something that looked like it matched the rich, clean house it was built in. The walls were painted black/blue/and green. Black lights were everywhere as well as a disco ball and some lazer lights. He had records all over the place as well as CDs and sheets of music. He had several keyboards and turntables, obviously his father's addtion to the room, in sevreal corners.
But currently the colt was dancing to his music. He had created a new song and was shaking his rump to the beat. He always loved this part, experiencing his creations. He moved and swayed to his rhythem, his heart all into the song. He didn't even notice the pale colt who had entered his room. He rarely noticed anything until his sister smacked him or his mother turned off the electricity to stable.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 4:48 pm
Draft’s room was certainly fascinating. Later Lullaby would want to take a better look through everything, there was so much going on, but as soon as he caught sight of Draft, there wasn’t anywhere else he could look. Lullaby sat down on the spot by the door, slipped his saddle bag off and simply watched his friend dance. He was content to wait patiently until he was noticed, and besides, Draft looked so happy dancing that he didn’t want to interrupt.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 4:57 pm
Draft was so happy. This was really his element! How he loved music! He did a sway, a spin, then a split. And just as he opened his eyes.......Lullaby? The blurple colt blinked, blushed brightly, then jumped up to turn his music off.
"Oh gosh!! Sorry Lullaby! I...I...didn't see you! Or hear you!," he looked a bit embarressed. You would think he would have noticed the pale colt in his usually dark room. In fact the pale boy seemed to glow in the his blacklight.
"So what's up dude?" he trotted over and pushed a bunch of music sheets off his bed to let Lullaby sit down. Draft was glad to have Lullaby as a friend, he had so few that enjoyed his music. Not to mention Lullaby could sing!
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 5:03 pm
“Oh no, I didn’t mind.” Lullaby smiled. “You’re a very good dancer!” He certainly didn’t have any dance moves like that. The pale colt enjoyed the soft croon, the gentle sway. But he could certainly appreciate the joy that was put into Draft’s music and the effort behind that enthusiastic dancing!
Reminded that he had come for a purpose, Lullaby moved the saddlebag closer to the bed. “I brought you something. Y-you said you like flowers?” He opened up the bag and took out the little pot of violets. “I brought you some.” Lullaby looked suddenly anxious; worried his friend wouldn’t like it at all.
Maybe he should have gotten his friend something more ‘fun’.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 5:38 pm
"Thanks, I dance alot. At least until mom shuts off the electricity," Draft chuckled a bit, his cheeks still a little red from being caught dancing. It wasn't that he was embarressed to be seen dancing, he always loves to dance, but you would at least think he'd see if he was being watched.
Draft blinked as the other colt moved towards the saddlebags he had brought and produced a bunch of violets. He remembered Lullaby asking if he liked flowers and in truth he did. His mother always had something nice smelling in the house and flowers were the most obivous as she could make potpourri when they dried out.
"Oh wow, thanks Lullaby," he looked at the flower and smiled. He took the pot but looked doubtfully around his room, "Um...I'm not sure where I should put them though. I don't get a lot of sunlight in here. And the vibrations tend to ah..." he chuckled " break things."
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 9:04 pm
Lullaby wasn’t sure why Draft’s mother would want to shut off the electricity. Her son was such a good dancer and he was obviously happy while doing it.
“Oh…” Lullaby looked rather worried by that doubtful look, thinking perhaps he had chosen the wrong gift after all. “Ah well, I guess… you can put it outside. I’m sure it would like it there better anyway.”
Draft was smiling, but maybe it was just a polite smile? “I’m sorry. I-I’ll get something more thoughtful next time.”
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 1:38 pm
Draft was actually quite touched that someone had thougth to get him flowers. It wasn't something he had expected. In fact he felt strange about it but it wasn't a bad strange. He looked at his friend and frowned seeing the worry and doubt on his face.
He pulled Lullaby into a hug and smiled, "It's a good gift Lullaby! I....." he looked down at the violets, "I never thought someone would give me flowers. It really does mean alot of me. Lots of singers get roses thrown at them on stage when they do a good job. But I got a whole pot of pretty flowers instead!"
He giggled and went over to his window. He pulled back a heavy curtain to reveal a small window. The whole room lite up from sunlight. He opened his window and placed the pot on the sill. "There we go! Every day I'll open up my window so the flower can get all the nice sun it needs! Thanks so much for the gift Lullaby!"
He gave his friend one last hug then smirked, "So wana dance?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 2:07 pm
Lullaby looked both relieved and delighted when Draft pulled him into the hug. The gift hadn’t been a disaster after all. He was so very glad!
“I’m happy that you’re happy.” Lullaby said, a big grin on his face as Draft opened up the curtains and let light into the room. “I’m sure the violets will appreciate that.” He giggled.
Then Draft asked him to dance. “Oh… well…” He blushed. “I don’t really know how to…”
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 2:08 pm
Draft just grinned, "Well then I suggest it's time you learn!"
He grabs his friend up and proceeds to spend the rest of the afternoon teaching the pale colt how to dance like no one is watching.
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