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>As you finish buttering your toast, you think back to yesterday.
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>Happy Accident looked at you like you just murdered somepony she knew in front of her.
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>And you weren’t able to salvage the situation that well either.
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>You haven’t changed that much since you left earth, you’re still awkward.
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>So all you could manage to say was ‘take care and bye.’
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>Letting out a sigh, you take a bite of your toast.
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“Fucking idiot, couldn’t think of anything better to say? Could’ve introduced myself, or something a little more original.”
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>It’s over now, no point in bothering with it.
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>Shaking your head, you finish up eating and start cleaning up.
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>Not much else to do today either.
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>Could head over to the library for a book, but then you’d have to listen to Twilight ask you questions, again.
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>Instead, you opt to go check your mail, maybe take a walk or something.
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>Stepping outside, you see many ponies out and about this morning, some even wave to you.
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>Sure, you haven’t really made friends, but the locals are friendly at least.
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>You wave back and check your mailbox.
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“Another letter from the Royal Magical Society, an invitation to one of Pinkie’s parties, and one from..?”
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>You look over the letter, but can’t find an address.
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>Strange, but considering how peaceful things are around here, you’re not too worried about anthrax in the mail.
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>Heading back inside, you sit down and look over the letter.
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>Hiya Nonny, it’s your bestest best friend Pinkie here. Addie wanted me to ask you to come over to her place for her to draw you. She would ask herself, but she is really really shy. Here’s the address in case you forgot it! P.S. Don’t forget to read the invitation, it’s a super duper special party. P.P.S. Have a bright and wonderful day Nonny.
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>You pause and read it again.
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“Odd that Pinkie would write this, but then again, I’m not surprised.”
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>Though you’re not sure why she wants to draw you, hopefully it’s not some weird fetish shit.
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>…
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>You shake your head, not sure where that came from.
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“This should be interesting.”
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>Not like you got anything better to do anyways.
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>As you go to leave, you pause to lock the door.
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>Mostly out of habit, when you brought it up to Twilight, she assured you that Ponyville doesn’t have a burglary problem.
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>Not that you don’t believe her, but you won’t take any chances.
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>As you walk along the street many more ponies are up and about.
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>Like earlier, they greet you in their own way with a simple wave or hello.
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>Of course you return the gesture.
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>Though you know they are friendly, it’s hard to escape the feeling they are faking it.
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>A small part of you still thinks they are lying to you to mess with you in some way, like some people did back home.
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>You nearly run into another pony as you’re thinking.
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“Oops, sorry.”
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>The pony smiles and nods as you pass by them.
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>Got to stop doing that, last thing you need is a repeat of yesterday.
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>Eventually your approach the same house as yesterday.
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>Looks almost identical to every home in Ponyville, with a few differences.
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>No flowers or plants in the windows, grass looks shorter, and the curtains are all drawn shut.
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>You take a moment to gather yourself.
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>Just be yourself, don’t be awkward about all this.
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>Not going to count it, but you’ll try.
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>You walk up to the front door and knock.
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>Like yesterday, you hear the various locks being undone.
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>With how many there are, it reminds you of those places in ghettos.
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>Finally the last lock is undone and the door slowly opens.
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>You see Happy poke her head out and look at you with wide eyes again.
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>She is standing there shaking and staring at you.
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>Are you really that scary looking?
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“Uh, hi there. Pinkie told me you wanted to draw me, so here I am.”
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>Happy blinks a few times, before mumbling something.
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“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
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>She takes a moment before answering.
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>”...So-sorry, come inside, please...”
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>She backs away slowly from the door and you start to follow her.
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>She reminds you of Twilight’s friend Fluttershy, but far more timid.
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>As you walk into her home, you get a better look at her.
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>Her cutiemark is a heart between two xs, not sure what that means.
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>She has a few piercings in her ear and is wearing a collar with a gold heart on it.
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>As for her home, it reminds you of Rarity’s organized chaos for her creation room.
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>The curtains are mostly shut, but you can see some are see through, probably for lighting.
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>There is a spot in the middle of the living room that is open, likely for her drawings.
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>You look back over to see Happy standing by an easel, it’s surrounded by various art supplies.
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>Her eyes are darting around and she is pawing at the ground.
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>It hits you that you’ve been standing there staring, likely making her uncomfortable.
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“So, you draw things?”
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>Smooth moves Anon.
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>She nods and mumbles out something before grabbing a few sheets from a nearby stack and bringing them over to you.
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>You look them over and feel pleasantly surprised.
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“These are really good.”
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>Happy traces a hoof over the ground and blushes a little.
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>”...They could be better...”
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>You’re no expert, but you seriously doubt that.
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>Where are your manners Anon, introduce yourself.
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“Oh by the way, my name is Anonymous, but you can call me Anon.”
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>She nods.
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>”...I-I’m Happy Accident, bu-but you can call me Addie...”
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>Fair enough, you hand back the sketches, and she puts them back on the stack where she got them.
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“So, where do you want me to do?”
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>She turns back to you and points to the center of the room.
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>”...Just pose over there...And I-I’ll start to sketch...”
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>No that won’t do, so you think of another.
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>One pose finally comes to mind, one that won’t be too difficult to hold at least.
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>Bringing a chair to the center of the room, you assume the thinking position.
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“How’s this?”
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>”...That will be fine...”
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>From the corner of your eye, you see her quickly start to move with the pencil on the canvas.
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>Her eyes dart to and and from you, she pauses to erase mistakes.
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>As you’re sketching, you hear Anon try to talk to you.
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>”How long have you been drawing?”
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“...Pl-please don’t move, it breaks my concentration...”
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>”Right, sorry. Never been drawn before.”
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>You focus back on the sketch and tunnel in on the finer details.
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>The creases in his suit, the lighting, the hairs on his head.
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>Minutes pass, and you finally finish.
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>You set down your pencil and look between the canvas and Anon.
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>Feeling a slight frown come on as you see the errors.
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“...I can do better...”
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>Normally you would set this aside, but you hear Anon speak up.
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>”Is it done? Can I see it?”
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“...Ye-yeah, one moment...”
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>Letting out a sigh, you pick up the sketch and trot over to him.
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>He sits up, and takes the drawing from you, looking at it.
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>Your look around and rub one hoof over the other.
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>His silence is making you worried.
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>”This is fantastic! It reminds me of those photo realistic drawings I used to see online.”
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>He actually likes this?
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>You look back at him and see he is looking at you with a smile.
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>It’s hard to believe he is being genuine.
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“...If you say so...”
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>He shakes his head and gives back the sketch.
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>”I’m serious, this is really good.”
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>Your cheeks burn from embarrassment.
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“...I sh-should redo it...It can be better...”
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>”If you think so, I don’t mind posing again sometime.”
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>What?
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>Your heart starts to race.
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“...You really wo-would..?”
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>He nods and his smile widens.
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>”Sure, I don’t have much to do around here anyways. So, I don’t mind at all.”
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>Your hope rises, and you feel more motivated.
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“...How about another sketch right now..?”
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>Just as he is about to answer, he stops and looks at the clock nearby.
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>Frowning, he continues.
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>”Sorry, Pinkie is throwing a party soon, I’d rather not be late. How about tomorrow?”
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>Though your hope drops a little, you nod.
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“...Ye-yeah, sure...”
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>He gets up and stretches.
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>It’s a bit scary how tall he is.
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>”Well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Take care Addie.”
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“..Yo-you too...”
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>As Anon leaves, you feel something within your own heart.
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>You’re not sure what this feeling is, but you’re starting to like it.
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>However, you’re reminded of past events.
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“...I shouldn’t get my hopes up...Don’t want to be hurt again...”
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>You set aside the picture on the small stack of what you call acceptable.
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>Setting up another sheet on the canvas, you prepare to draw again.
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>Your eyes settle on the previous sketch of Anon, and remember that you could improve on it.
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>Immediately you get to sketching again, using the previous as a reference.
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>You finish it up quickly, though you know it could be faster and better.
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>Looking between the two for comparison you can note the difference, no matter how subtle.
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“...It’s an imp-improvement...I’ll do better next time...”
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>You’re starting to feel tired though.
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“...Need another cup of coffee...Then I’ll sketch another...”
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>You head off to the kitchen to brew another pot and think.
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“...It will be nice to finally have a live model to wo-work with...”
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