>Day Whatever in Equestria
>You've just come home from your "hard" work at Roseluck's stall, selling flowers as usual.
>The pay isn't much, but it's enough to get you by.
>As you walk into the flat, you're greeted by your bat pony flatmate.
>"Hey, Anon! Welcome home!"
"Hey."
>That's the only thing you say as you trudge past the pony and into the kitchen, opening up the fridge for something to
drink or eat
>Oh hello there, bottle of milk. You're looking quite nice today...
>You grab the handle of the said bottle and pull it out, easily sliding off the lid as Echo walks into the kitchen.
>Just as you raise the opening of the bottle to your mouth, the bat pony looks at you.
>"ANON, NO! DON'T DRINK FROM THE BOTTLE!"
>You glance at the pony out of the corner of your eye and slowly lower the bottle, raising an eyebrow gently as you turn
to her.
"Why not? Is there something wrong with me doing so?"
>Echo frowns gently and walks over, eyeing the opening of the bottle with some displeasure.
>"Would you really want to drink from a bottle that someone else's mouth has touched?"
>You glance at the bottle and shrug, returning your gaze to the pony.
"It doesn't really bother me that much. After all, I do brush my teeth so it shouldn't be that bad."
>"But... Aren't worried about all the germs and stuff?"
>You shake your head slowly and raise the opening of the bottle to your lips, taking a swig from it.
>Echo is clearly unhappy about what you've done, and conveys this by letting out a deep sigh of irritation.
>"Well, I'm not drinking from that bottle now, Anon. And you're getting a new bottle."
>You giggle to yourself gently as you grab the lid and screw it back on, looking down at bat pony.
"Me, get a new bottle of milk just because I drank from it? For christ's sake, I very much doubt that I've left anything
on there that'll kill you, nevermind make you ill..."
>"I don't care, I am not drinking from that bottle and that is final!" Echo exclaims, the frown across her face deep,
it seeming rather unnatural on a cartoon-like face like hers.
"If you want a new bottle of milk, then get it yourself. Besides, I need to start making food for us."
>Echo grumbles to herself and walks off and up the stairs, probably to strop in her room. Whatever, you don't care.
>While you walk around the kitchen and grab a pan and eggs for tonight's dinner, the bat pony walks down the stairs and
to the door, opening it up and shouting back to you;
>"I'm gonna get that damn bottle of milk, I shouldn't be long!" She says, and you don't bother to reply, but instead look
out of the only window in the room while you hear the door close.
>While the two of you were arguing, Luna's moon had taken to the sky and beautiful, twinkling stars lit up the darkness
above. It was a shame that you never got to see such beauty while you were back on your planet.
>After a good half a hour or so you hear the door open up once again and the gentle clop of hooves, signalling that the
pony is back home.
>She walks straight into the kitchen and glares at you unhappily with a bottle of milk in her mouth, somehow keeping her
gaze trained on you while she opens the fridge up and slides the said bottle in.
"There, are you happy? Can I freely drink that from that bottle now?"
>"Yeah, sure. You might as well make it your bottle." Echo grumbles and walks off out of the kitchen and takes a left
into the living room.
>The rest of the night goes smoothly, you finish and serve up dinner, eat up and head to bed.
>In the middle of the night you wake up from a nightmare, your body soaked in sweat and your throat as dry as a desert.
>Deciding to satisfy yourself with that o' glorious bottle of milk, you get out of the bed and walk down into the kitchen,
to be greeted with a sight that earlier would of definitely rustled your jimmies.
>Echo is drinking from the new bottle of milk, only to stop when she notices you in the room.
>"Ehe, uh... I can, uh, explain?"
>God damn it, Echo.