- >"You didn't bring a coat, Anon? That's okay, I'll just hang onto your torso until we get you home. As a pegasus, I'm pretty light."
- “No, I brought my coat.”
- >”Are you sure?”
- >Fluttershy dips her head slightly and blinks.
- >”I mean, I don’t doubt you, but you aren’t wearing a coat.”
- >You twist to point at the back of your chair.
- “Yeah, I put it – uh –“
- >It’s not there.
- “Did I…”
- >You look back to Fluttershy.
- “It’s not there.”
- >The little pegasus raises her eyebrows and forces a smile to her face.
- >You look on the back of your chair again, but nope.
- >Still not there.
- “Well, I thought I brought my coat.”
- >You pat yourself down, in case who the fuck knows, but no coat miraculously appears.
- “Wasn’t I wearing it on our way over here?”
- >”I… I don’t think so? But you’d know better than I would.”
- “I mean, it’s pretty cold outside.”
- >The pony nods softly.
- >”I know,” she murmurs. “The weather teams really went all out this time.”
- >You both look out the window as the first snowflakes start to drift gently to the ground.
- >”Honestly, I’m a little worried about all my little friends. I sure hope they’re warm enough.”
- “Is that why you brought so many of them along?”
- >Little birds and critters flitter and scamper through the restaurant, causing nowhere near as much havoc as you expected.
- >A few ugly looks, one stolen meal, and some other stuff that didn’t really matter because it didn’t happen to you.
- >”Well, that’s one reason,” Fluttershy answers with a giggle. “But Angel came along for moral support.”
- “Moral support? Seriously?”
- >”Mhm.”
- “You need moral support to meet a friend for lunch?”
- >”Well, kinda…”
- >Something about her giggling seems a bit off, but you put that feeling aside.
- >It's FLUTTERSHY.
- >She's in public.
- >Of course she's nervous.
- >"Should we go now?" she asks, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "We finished eating a while ago, and... well... I hate to take up a table if we're not going to order anything else..."
- "Want to wait for the snow to stop? It shouldn't be much longer."
- >You think.
- >But honestly, if you can't remember your jacket, what are the odds you're remembering the forecast right?
- >"No, I need to... um... get home soon. All those little animals to take care of, you know."
- >A few gentle beats of her wings lift her out of her seat.
- >"I'm ready whenever you are," she murmurs softly.
- "Yeah, you have a point."
- >You push back your own seat and stand.
- "But, you don't have to hang on to me. Seriously, I'll be fine."
- >"Oh, no!" she protests, hovering closer and closer. "All you're wearing is that thin shirt! You'll catch a cold!"
- >Your suspicious stare is too much for her, the weight of it bowing her head until she's staring at the floor.
- "I'll be fine, Fluttershy. I mean, you're wearing anything at all."
- >She mumbles something that escapes you as her wings beat slower and slower.
- >Gravity begins to take hold of the pegasus, until you reach out and grab her.
- >Just to stop her from falling onto the table and making an awful mess of things, of course.
- >She's light enough, but still awkward to hold with your arms at full extension, so you pull her tight against your chest.
- "What the heck was that?"
- >"Oh, it wasn't anything important," she sighs. "Everypony knows I'm not a very strong flier."
- "Okaaaay."
- >Yeah, you know that, but she's not THAT weak.
- "Well, I'm going to put you down now so we can go -"
- >"Wait!"
- "What?"
- >She dips her head down, burying her muzzle in your shirt, and mumbles something.
- "I can't hear you, Fluttershy. Speak up."
- >Another mumble, slightly louder this time.
- >You sigh impatiently.
- "Try again."
- >Mumbl -
- "No, look at me if you're going to talk."
- >There's an embarrassed chirp, but she raises her head after a second.
- >A bright pink glow spreads across both cheeks.
- "Now try again."
- >"I said you're right," she whispers. "I'm NOT wearing anything."
- >... the fuck...?
- "Are you -"
- >"It is too cold out there," she admits. "You should carry me home."
- "Um..."
- >"It's important to conserve body heat, Anon."
- "It's not THAT cold."
- >"Body heat is a non-renewable resource, Anon. We have to conserve it. Like trees and lakes and little fuzzy bunnies that need lots of cuddles."
- >Considering how fast they breed, bunnies are NOT a non-renewable resource, but you don't have the courage to say that to her face.
- "Fine, I'll carry you."
- >"yay"
- >She wraps her forelegs around your neck in the tightest grip this side of a wet noodle.
- "What about all your little buddies? Won't they be cold?"
- >"I'm sure they will all be just fine."
- "But... they aren't wearing anything either."
- >"They're also smaller, Anon," Fluttershy giggles. "You're silly."
- >You almost drop her then, as her mane tickles your nose.
- >Gut reaction is to sneeze and cover your mouth, but you hold it in.
- >For a brief moment, you think you're about to do a reenactment of Scanners, but your head somehow does not explode.
- >Somehow.
- >You wait a second just to be sure, but you continue to remain unexploded.
- >Cool.
- >Wait, what were you talking about?
- >Right, little animals freezing to death in the fierce arctic Ponyville tundra.
- "Well, if you're sure they'll be fine..."
- >"Of course they will," Fluttershy reassures you. "They are all so teeny-tiny."
- "You're pretty teeny-tiny yourself."
- >"I am not!" she gasps, puffing out her cheeks and pouting. "I am way too big to go outside in this cold."
- "Um..."
- >"Surface area, Anon," she lectures, intentionally or unintentionally doing a decent impersonation of Porchlight Spackle. "We have more of it. We get cold faster."
- "That... sounds right. But it's not."
- >"It is!" she insists. "That's why we have to minimize surface area if we're going to survive the trip!
- >You have no clue how she manages to wrap her hindlegs around your waist, but she does it anyway.
- >Pony legs don't even bend that direction.
- >She must be taking yoga lessons from Pinkie Pie or something.
- >Before you can comment, your waiter appears at your side and clears his throat.
- >"Excuse me, sir, but -"
- "Sorry, I know we're making a bit of a scene. She doesn't do well with crowds."
- >A few of the cafe's other patrons are watching with amusement, there stares enough to make even you feel uncomfortable.
- >"No, well, yes, but -"
- >He twitches his head and you look over your shoulder to see what he's gesturing at.
- >Oh.
- >Another waiter appears to be in a game of tug-of-war with a small flock of birds.
- >It would be cute, if they weren't using your coat.
- >"I do believe that may be yours, sir?" your waiter says haughtily. "If you would be so kind as to remove it *and* yourself from the premises..."
- >Fucking birds.
- >You knew better than to trust them.
- >Why Fluttershy puts up with their bullshit, you'll never know.
- "Yeah, sorry, I'll just..."
- >Fluttershy squeaks in outrage as you remove one arm from around her barrel.
- "... take THAT..."
- >You snatch your coat from the air, sending birds scattering
- "... and be on my way."
- >"Good day, sir," the waiter comments, watching you carefully until you're outside the cafe.
- >Once the door shuts behind you - and that takes a while, thanks to the stream of assorted little critters - you awkwardly fold your coat over your arm, freeing up your hand to pet Fluttershy's head.
- "It's okay, we're outside now. Nopony is watching."
- >You can't hear Fluttershy's response with her face buried in your chest like that.
- "And I have my coat. You can let go."
- >Again, you can't hear her mumbled answer, but her head jerks from side to side, rubbing her muzzle against your collarbone.
- "Too cold?"
- >Another mumble accompanies a nod of her head.
- >You sigh and reevaluate your life choices up to this moment.
- "Fine, hold tight."
- >The pegasus squawks as you withdraw your other arm from her.
- >She slips down your chest until her legs tighten around you like tiny, fluffy, adorable, little vices.
- >You try to laugh, but it's hard to breath.
- >Doesn't stop you from doing to anyway when a large snowflake lands squarely on Fluttershy, drawing a whimper from the shivering pegasus.
- >With her securely crushing your lungs and mewling softly, your arms are free to pull on your coat.
- >It's nothing special, just a bit baggy.
- >Didn't used to be, but living off a pony's diet seems to have slimmed you down a bit.
- >You had been thinking of asking Rarity to make you a new one, something that actually fit.
- >Right now, you're glad you hadn't gotten around to it yet.
- >You think it's just large enough to fit around you and the pegasus.
- >Almost is; you manage to close up all but the top two buttons.
- >Those ones never stood a chance.
- >Though the first snowflake to land on Fluttershy is long since melted, more snow has accumulated in her mane faster than it can drip away.
- >You run your hands through the pink strands, brushing the white flakes and icy droplets free, and tuck it under your coat.
- "Dangit, Fluttershy. You're going to catch a cold if you don't take care of yourself."
- >"No I won't."
- "Don't try using your insane pony logic on me. It won't work."
- >"I'm not," she murmurs softly, slowly loosening her grip on you.
- >She doesn't need to hold on so tight; the coat firmly keeps her in place.
- "Look, I know -"
- >"It's not.."
- >Fluttershy looks up at you with a confused expression.
- >Her face is so close to yours, you can feel her breath on your face.
- >"It's not 'insane pony logic'," she whispers.
- "Well, what's going to stop you from getting sick?"
- >"You."
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