Title:           Breakfast 8 - Corn Flakes
Author:          BreakfastAnon
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First Edit:      Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:33:20 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:52:23 PM CDT

>You are in a trance. Or... at least very deep in thought.
>Whatever.
>You're currently eating a bowl of Corn Flakes, but your mind is elsewhere.
>Actually, you're thinking about the moth pony sitting next to you.
>Mainly about what she was wearing to bed.
>You'd woken up once again in the middle of the night to find her cuddling up to you, so you decided to take advantage of the situation.
>At the time, you thought you'd finally see her Cutie Mark.
>You knew she wasn't still wearing her skirt, and there's no way her panties would fully cover her flank.
>What you didn't expect, however, was to find on her body a pair of your boxers.
>Not any random boxers she could buy, they were most definitely yours.
>It put many weird thoughts into your head.
>Back to your now-empty bowl of Corn Flakes.
>They were pretty bland.
>Still more edible than the too-sugary things.
>Your moth-mate picks up the bowl to down the milk.
>She looks pretty uninterested.
>She looks pretty...
>Your mind is attempting to come up with more words to describe her but you find none.
>Were you intending to end that sentence with just "pretty"?
>Now that you notice, she's really cute. Like, really cute.
>Before, you were too focused on how terrifying she can be. Now, however...
>Actually, you haven't really been afraid of her in a while. She's gotten mad at you less often than before.
>Are the two of you finally growing accustomed to each other?
>She's actually been doing things to get on your good side, and you've been doing things to get on hers.
>Both of you are working toward actually enjoying time with the other. Is this... intentional?
>You feel a bit warmer and you smile.
>"Anon."
>Then proceed to fall out of your chair.
>You land heavily.
>When you open your eyes, all you see is your moth-mate's.
>"What's with the stare?" Her eyes are cold and dark. "You just can't keep your eyes off me, can you?"
>Just another average day.