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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 5:45 pm
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TART, strictly speaking, didn't like a lot of 'outside'. Oh sure, the town and stores and stuff were nice, but the moment they started getting out of civilization and going onto dirty places like 'grass', she started disliking the outing. This included the old factory area, all dusty and overgrown and icky. She had been about to turn around, tired of nicking her phony pedi on the gravel, when she heard a very familiar voice in the distance. Well that made sense, now that she stopped to think of it, Bunny was always with her brother.
Thoughts of her carefully cared-for hooves were tossed aside as she rushed forward to her brother, following after Bunny until she reached the rubble pile.
"I'm here!" TART called out, panting as she circled the pile. Well, there was no two ways to go about it. The purple filly began pulling and shoving at the chunks of cinderblock, grunting in a horribly unladylike fashion and brow pinched and worried.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 12:39 pm
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Those were words that TART honestly never expected to hear from her brother. He loved Bunny, they never went anywhere without each other. The filly sighed, lightly bumping her head to her brother's, a dual show of affection as well as a gentle tap to knock some sense back into place in that noggin of his.
"Bunny is your friend, doofus. You don't just leave friends behind when it's convenient. N'you better be happy that he isn't useless and loves you a whole lot, or we wouldn'ta known you were missing for hours." Her words were sharp, but her tone was still affectionate. "And don't get all crybaby on me, I've already scuffed up my phony pedi, I don't need to get soaked, too. Everyone makes mistakes, that's why we have erasers, napkins, and Plan B."
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 5:00 pm
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For as reprimanding as she had been, TART couldn’t help a bright smile begin to pull at her face, starting nice and warm in her chest and spreading out. Praise of any sort meant a lot to the little filly, but this one was special, it was from someone she cared about dearly, even if she could act the opposite sometimes.
“Of course, you’re my brother! We have to look out for each other.” And she meant it. “Sooo don’t worry about the pedi. Sister Rescue Services don’t have fees. I’ll always be here for you.” She shoulder-checked her brother- gently, as to not send him crashing to the ground, before entertaining him through their walk home, babbling on about the latest styles and makeup.
(Don't mind me, just posting my wrap-up. I do think we are completely finished! Yay!)
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