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A Guy, A Lyre, and a Park Bench -Chapter 4-

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>This guy.
>This.
>FUCKING.
>Guy.
>You sat at on your bed, reading the newest entry in a series you were following.
"Son of a bitch, man. That's not cool."
>Sufficed to say, he had taken the story you were reading down a very different path.
>Oh well, no need to dwell on it too much.
>You glance at the clock that sat on your dresser, noting that it was getting closer and closer to noon.
>Stretching your arms and dog-earing the page you left off on in your book.
>You grab your sketch book and make your way out of the attic.
>It had been... what? Two weeks?
>Two weeks since you moved in with Lyra and Bon-Bon.
>And you couldn't be more content.
>Sure, the attic was pretty tiny, but it beat living under a bridge or something.
>God wouldn't that suck?...
>You spot Bon-Bon on the couch, watching TV.
"Hey."
>BON: "Hey. Heading out?"
>Yup. Meeting Lyra for our little 'art sessions'. Wanna come?"
>Bon-Bon shrugs and hops off the couch.
>BON: "Sure. Nothing good on TV right now anyway."
>As the two of you leave, you continue the conversation.
"What were you watching?"
>BON: "It was a crime-thriller."
"You like crime-thrillers?"
>BON: "I love crime-thrillers."
"You don't seem so enthused about it."
>BON: "It was a rerun. Seen it at least three times. Turns out it was really the head of police who committed the murders."
"Thanks for spoiling it."
>Bon-Bon rolls her eyes.
>BON: "You don't even know the title of it. Besides, would you have watched it?"
"Uh, yeah. I like thrillers."
>She raises an eyebrow as the two of you cut through a lane in order to make it to the park quicker.
>BON: "Name one thriller you like."
"Reservoir Colts."
>Bon-Bon's ears perk up and she smiles, her eyes still lazily half closed.
>BON: "Good choice. You a fan of Clopton Tarintino's stuff?"
"You know it."
>Bon-Bon nods again.
>BON: "You get a point."
"A point?"
>BON: "One point."
"What do I do with these points?"
>BON: "They're Bon-Bon points. You get them when you like something I like."
>Huh.
>Well as long as she doesn't hate you, you're pretty okay with this.
>You can see Lyra sitting on the parkbench and you wave to her.
>She sees you and waves back, and yells from across the park.
>LYRA: "YOU BROUGHT BON-BON. BALLSY."
>You can't help laughing when she says this, and Bon-Bon does what Bon-Bon does best.
>Rollin' dem eyes.
>The two of you finally make it over to Lyra and sit next to her.
>LYRA: "Wow. How did you convince Bon-Bon to get away from the house?"
>BON: "He asked."
>LYRA: "Just like that?"
>BON: "Mmhmm."
>...
>LYRA: "Rerun?"
"Rerun."
>Lyra giggles, then readies her lyre.
>You pull out a pencil and flip open your sketch pad.
>LYRA: "Shall we?"
"Absolutely."
>And with that, she starts playing.
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>Her eyes are closed and a smile is on her face, and you never move your eyes from her form as you start drawing on the pad in your lap.
>Bon-Bon sits there, watching the two of you with indifference in her eyes.
>BON: "So."
>LYRA: "So."
>BON: "This is what you two do on Saturdays."
"Yup."
>You glance down to your pad and erase a small mistake on the ear, then look back to Lyra.
>Lyra's eyes are still closed as the conversation continues.
>BON: "You sit and play your lyre."
>LYRA: "That I do, dearest Bon-Bon. That I do."
>BON: "And he just sorta... draws you?"
"That would be the gist of it, yeah."
>BON: "And you do this for how long?"
>Lyra opens her eyes and adopts a look of grave seriousness.
>LYRA: "Till our fingers BLEED."
>You snort out a laugh and Lyra lets out a giggle.
>Bon-Bon looks unamused.
>BON: "Lyra."
>LYRA: "Heehee, yeah?"
>BON: "You don't have fingers."
"God wouldn't that be weird?"
>Lyra stops playing and you close your pad for now.
>LYRA: "SO weird! Just... just imagine it!"
"I don't think I want to ima-"
>LYRA: "Imagine me, RIGHT now-"
>She lifts her hooves up to your face.
>LYRA: "With FIIIIINNNNNNGERS."
>She wiggles her hooves in your face and you let out a muffled groan.
"Ew."
>LYRA: "Ew is the correct response, yes."
"On the upside, you'd be able to do things with your hands that you can't with hooves."
>LYRA: "Such as?"
"Oh well ah... um... you could play the-"
>You look to her lyre.
"Oh. Well you could open doorkno-... never mind."
>BON: "You two are creepily comfortable around each other."
>The two of you turn to Bon-Bon and shrug.
>Lyra's ears perk up and she whispers to you.
>A smile creeps onto your face and you nod, turning back to Bon-Bon with your pencil in your hand.
"Would you mind holding still for another song?"
>BON: "What? Why?"
"Imma draw you."
>LYRA: "He 'gon draw you."
>Bon-Bon looks to both of you, her eyes fully open now.
>BON: "Uhm... yeah, sure. Whatever."
"Cool. Strike a pose."
>She stands still, not moving an inch.
>LYRA: "Like an angel, this one."
>Lyra starts up on another song, and you begin sketching Bon-Bon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haKNiOJVzz0&feature=relmfu
>This is probably the first time anyone has ever drawn her, and it shows.
>Bon-Bon, despite her usual carefree demeanor, looks a bit...
>Fidgety.
>Everytime you look up from your pad, she's glancing away.
>Huh.
>The quiet shy one.
>Neat.
>You keep drawing, while Lyra keeps playing..
>At one point in the song she starts strumming the lyre rapidly.
>It's at this point that she gets right next to Bon-Bon, staring into her eyes as she tries to get her to laugh.
>She does not.
>Once it's done, you blow on the pad and tiny bits of eraser tumble off the page.
"Here."
>You tear the picture out of your pad and hand it to Bon-Bon.
>She takes it, examining it with wide eyes.
>You catch a glimpse of a smile before her stoic demeanor returns.
>BON: "Thanks for not drawing me really fluffy."
"No worries."
>BON: "Because I hate fluffy."
"Noted."
>There's an awkward pause, until Bon-Bon just hops off the bench and leaves.
>Well.
>That was sudden.
>You lean back on the bench and look into the sky.
>It was a really pretty day.
>Lyra lets out a yawn and kicks back on the bench, both of you sitting with crossed legs.
>LYRA: "That was nice of you."
"Hm?"
>LYRA: "You drawing for Bon-Bon. It was nice."
"Well it was your idea, so take some of the credit."
>She lightly punches your arm and you smile.
>You enjoyed days like these.
>You, Lyra, a great sunny day.
>It was good.
>...
"Hey."
>"Yeah?"
"What are you doing next week?"
>"Well... let's see. I have band practice on Tuesday and Friday, but that's usually over with by dinner time. Why?"
"Ah you know, just wondering... Friday you said?"
>"And Tuesday, yup."
"Got it. Neat."
>"Yep."
>...
"Do you wanna maybe go out for-"
>"Yes."
>She's grinning from ear to ear, and you find yourself growing a smile as well.
>This wasn't so bad.
>This wasn't so bad at all.
~END~

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>This guy.
>This.
>FUCKING.
>Guy.
>You sat at on your bed, reading the newest entry in a series you were following.
"Son of a bitch, man. That's not cool."
>Sufficed to say, he had taken the story you were reading down a very different path.
>Oh well, no need to dwell on it too much.
>You glance at the clock that sat on your dresser, noting that it was getting closer and closer to noon.
>Stretching your arms and dog-earing the page you left off on in your book.
>You grab your sketch book and make your way out of the attic.
>It had been... what? Two weeks?
>Two weeks since you moved in with Lyra and Bon-Bon.
>And you couldn't be more content.
>Sure, the attic was pretty tiny, but it beat living under a bridge or something.
>God wouldn't that suck?...
>You spot Bon-Bon on the couch, watching TV.
"Hey."
>BON: "Hey. Heading out?"
>Yup. Meeting Lyra for our little 'art sessions'. Wanna come?"
>Bon-Bon shrugs and hops off the couch.
>BON: "Sure. Nothing good on TV right now anyway."
>As the two of you leave, you continue the conversation.
"What were you watching?"
>BON: "It was a crime-thriller."
"You like crime-thrillers?"
>BON: "I love crime-thrillers."
"You don't seem so enthused about it."
>BON: "It was a rerun. Seen it at least three times. Turns out it was really the head of police who committed the murders."
"Thanks for spoiling it."
>Bon-Bon rolls her eyes.
>BON: "You don't even know the title of it. Besides, would you have watched it?"
"Uh, yeah. I like thrillers."
>She raises an eyebrow as the two of you cut through a lane in order to make it to the park quicker.
>BON: "Name one thriller you like."
"Reservoir Colts."
>Bon-Bon's ears perk up and she smiles, her eyes still lazily half closed.
>BON: "Good choice. You a fan of Clopton Tarintino's stuff?"
"You know it."
>Bon-Bon nods again.
>BON: "You get a point."
"A point?"
>BON: "One point."
"What do I do with these points?"
>BON: "They're Bon-Bon points. You get them when you like something I like."
>Huh.
>Well as long as she doesn't hate you, you're pretty okay with this.
>You can see Lyra sitting on the parkbench and you wave to her.
>She sees you and waves back, and yells from across the park.
>LYRA: "YOU BROUGHT BON-BON. BALLSY."
>You can't help laughing when she says this, and Bon-Bon does what Bon-Bon does best.
>Rollin' dem eyes.
>The two of you finally make it over to Lyra and sit next to her.
>LYRA: "Wow. How did you convince Bon-Bon to get away from the house?"
>BON: "He asked."
>LYRA: "Just like that?"
>BON: "Mmhmm."
>...
>LYRA: "Rerun?"
"Rerun."
>Lyra giggles, then readies her lyre.
>You pull out a pencil and flip open your sketch pad.
>LYRA: "Shall we?"
"Absolutely."
>And with that, she starts playing.

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=plcp

>Her eyes are closed and a smile is on her face, and you never move your eyes from her form as you start drawing on the pad in your lap.
>Bon-Bon sits there, watching the two of you with indifference in her eyes.
>BON: "So."
>LYRA: "So."
>BON: "This is what you two do on Saturdays."
"Yup."
>You glance down to your pad and erase a small mistake on the ear, then look back to Lyra.
>Lyra's eyes are still closed as the conversation continues.
>BON: "You sit and play your lyre."
>LYRA: "That I do, dearest Bon-Bon. That I do."
>BON: "And he just sorta... draws you?"
"That would be the gist of it, yeah."
>BON: "And you do this for how long?"
>Lyra opens her eyes and adopts a look of grave seriousness.
>LYRA: "Till our fingers BLEED."
>You snort out a laugh and Lyra lets out a giggle.
>Bon-Bon looks unamused.
>BON: "Lyra."
>LYRA: "Heehee, yeah?"
>BON: "You don't have fingers."
"God wouldn't that be weird?"
>Lyra stops playing and you close your pad for now.
>LYRA: "SO weird! Just... just imagine it!"
"I don't think I want to ima-"
>LYRA: "Imagine me, RIGHT now-"
>She lifts her hooves up to your face.
>LYRA: "With FIIIIINNNNNNGERS."
>She wiggles her hooves in your face and you let out a muffled groan.
"Ew."
>LYRA: "Ew is the correct response, yes."
"On the upside, you'd be able to do things with your hands that you can't with hooves."
>LYRA: "Such as?"
"Oh well ah... um... you could play the-"
>You look to her lyre.
"Oh. Well you could open doorkno-... never mind."
>BON: "You two are creepily comfortable around each other."
>The two of you turn to Bon-Bon and shrug.
>Lyra's ears perk up and she whispers to you.
>A smile creeps onto your face and you nod, turning back to Bon-Bon with your pencil in your hand.
"Would you mind holding still for another song?"
>BON: "What? Why?"
"Imma draw you."
>LYRA: "He 'gon draw you."
>Bon-Bon looks to both of you, her eyes fully open now.
>BON: "Uhm... yeah, sure. Whatever."
"Cool. Strike a pose."
>She stands still, not moving an inch.
>LYRA: "Like an angel, this one."
>Lyra starts up on another song, and you begin sketching Bon-Bon.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haKNiOJVzz0&feature=relmfu

>This is probably the first time anyone has ever drawn her, and it shows.
>Bon-Bon, despite her usual carefree demeanor, looks a bit...
>Fidgety.
>Everytime you look up from your pad, she's glancing away.
>Huh.
>The quiet shy one.
>Neat.
>You keep drawing, while Lyra keeps playing..
>At one point in the song she starts strumming the lyre rapidly.
>It's at this point that she gets right next to Bon-Bon, staring into her eyes as she tries to get her to laugh.
>She does not.
>Once it's done, you blow on the pad and tiny bits of eraser tumble off the page.
"Here."
>You tear the picture out of your pad and hand it to Bon-Bon.
>She takes it, examining it with wide eyes.
>You catch a glimpse of a smile before her stoic demeanor returns.
>BON: "Thanks for not drawing me really fluffy."
"No worries."
>BON: "Because I hate fluffy."
"Noted."
>There's an awkward pause, until Bon-Bon just hops off the bench and leaves.
>Well.
>That was sudden.
>You lean back on the bench and look into the sky.
>It was a really pretty day.
>Lyra lets out a yawn and kicks back on the bench, both of you sitting with crossed legs.
>LYRA: "That was nice of you."
"Hm?"
>LYRA: "You drawing for Bon-Bon. It was nice."
"Well it was your idea, so take some of the credit."
>She lightly punches your arm and you smile.
>You enjoyed days like these.
>You, Lyra, a great sunny day.
>It was good.
>...
"Hey."
>"Yeah?"
"What are you doing next week?"
>"Well... let's see. I have band practice on Tuesday and Friday, but that's usually over with by dinner time. Why?"
"Ah you know, just wondering... Friday you said?"
>"And Tuesday, yup."
"Got it. Neat."
>"Yep."
>...
"Do you wanna maybe go out for-"
>"Yes."
>She's grinning from ear to ear, and you find yourself growing a smile as well.
>This wasn't so bad.
>This wasn't so bad at all.

~END~

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