>You are Anon.
>And GOD FUCKING DAMN you needed some sleep.
>Echo is up and about, doing her clicking.
>That clicking.
>That god forsaken clicking.
>You know, echolocation and shit.
>It was pretty much the only negative thing about rooming with a bat pony.
>Well, there's also the whole "Bloodsucking" thing, but you could truly care less about that.
>As long as she's happy, you're happy.
>More clicking, albiet it's less than before.
>You finally crack and rummage through your nightstand drawer, looking for earplugs.
>Bingo.
>Put them in, much better.
>You're just about to fall back into the warm embrace of sleep, when you hear a table knocked over.
>You get up and rush downstairs.
>Oh god, you hope she's not hurt, oh god
>You arrive at the bottom of the stairs, only to see her sheepishly trying to set the table back and replace the items that were previously sitting on it.
>Broken vase on the floor.
>Fine china fruit bowl lays in pieces.
>She's fumbling and clumsily dropping objects, trying to put them back on the table as fast as possible and sweep away broken shards.
>You stare for a while, observing the spectacle, trying hard not to laugh.
>After a while she does a click and her eyes go wide
>She slowly turns towards you and heavily blushes
>Fuck that's cute
>She tries to explain
>"S-Sorry Anon. I was trying to cut down on the echolocation since you sleep at night, but I accidentally ran into the table..."
>She looks down and draws circles with her hoof
>"I'm so sorry..."
What do?
2, 50, 69, dubs decide
>And GOD FUCKING DAMN you needed some sleep.
>Echo is up and about, doing her clicking.
>That clicking.
>That god forsaken clicking.
>You know, echolocation and shit.
>It was pretty much the only negative thing about rooming with a bat pony.
>Well, there's also the whole "Bloodsucking" thing, but you could truly care less about that.
>As long as she's happy, you're happy.
>More clicking, albiet it's less than before.
>You finally crack and rummage through your nightstand drawer, looking for earplugs.
>Bingo.
>Put them in, much better.
>You're just about to fall back into the warm embrace of sleep, when you hear a table knocked over.
>You get up and rush downstairs.
>Oh god, you hope she's not hurt, oh god
>You arrive at the bottom of the stairs, only to see her sheepishly trying to set the table back and replace the items that were previously sitting on it.
>Broken vase on the floor.
>Fine china fruit bowl lays in pieces.
>She's fumbling and clumsily dropping objects, trying to put them back on the table as fast as possible and sweep away broken shards.
>You stare for a while, observing the spectacle, trying hard not to laugh.
>After a while she does a click and her eyes go wide
>She slowly turns towards you and heavily blushes
>Fuck that's cute
>She tries to explain
>"S-Sorry Anon. I was trying to cut down on the echolocation since you sleep at night, but I accidentally ran into the table..."
>She looks down and draws circles with her hoof
>"I'm so sorry..."
What do?
2, 50, 69, dubs decide
