>Be day whatever in Ponyville.
>It was a nice day out, not too hot.
>You and Anon were walking to work together.
>You were both also in an argument.
>"I told you, they are not 'dolls' they are 'models'."
>"I'm sure that's exactly what someone who owned dolls would say." he said.
>"My models take hours of time to craft, paint, and position."
>"And then you go and put six hundred of them around your room like some ridiculously old Barbie fan-mom."
>"Because I'm proud of the work I did! Some of those models have over a thousand piec-"
>You spin head over feet and land on your back.
>Shit.
>You must have tripped over somepony.
>"Sorry. Sorr-"
>"No it's quite alright, I had my-" 
>His accent sounded Scottish.
>"I was arguing with my friend and not looking where I was goin-"
>"Only an accident."
>The awkwardness of the scene makes the both of you not care that you're interrupting one another.
>Shit. Pick up these papers he dropped.
>"Here's your paper's, sorry about...that..."
>You get a good look at the pony you tripped over.
>Brown mane.
>Brown coat.
>Blue eyes.
>Cutey Mark? Hourglass.
>...
>No fuckin' way.
>You turn to look at Anon.
>He has the same bug eyed expression you have.
>You turn back to the stallion and blink.
>Nope. Not going crazy.
>He must have seen the look you had.
>"Uhh...problem?" he says.
>You look at your bro one last time before you turn back to him.
>Be cool, don't be an ass an-
>"Chameleon Circuit broken?"
>You have never seen a pony run away so fast.
>Today was a weird day.