Skype RP 8: Light Reading

Previously:

 

After much poking and prodding from the Skype Chat, I finally confront Dash about what the deal was with the tattered dress made from my curtains.

 

"Dash."

>She looks up from her reading material.

>'Last Son of Dublin'

>Fuck that one was good.

>"What up?"

"Qui~ck question."

>"About?"

"The dress."

>She instantly tenses up.

>"Oh. That."

"Yeah. What was that about anyway?"

>"Well, uh, you see..."

>Stammering.

>God damn this isn't gonna be fun.

>"I was thinking..."

"Thinking?"

>"Thinking...that..."

"That?"

>"...well, when I came here, those stories always had me being in a bad situation and I thought maybe if I impressed you or something I dunno that you would write a good ending!"

>What.

>Her eyes are clenched shut, not willing to look up and face her shame.

>Yikes.

>You never realized your stories would have such...

>...implications.

"Dash."

>She doesn't move.

"C'mon, look at me."

>Very slowly, her head tilts up, and her eyes open.

>Watery.

>Dammit.

"You don't need to wear a fancy dress to make me write a good ending including you."

>"Well, if I didn't do any of this, would you have?"

>Fuck.

>Would you?

>Before recently, you never really liked Rainbow Dash.

>But now that she's sitting in front of you, it's a little bit of a different story.

>You've been hanging with her, and she's cool.

>Maybe not what everyone else thinks but...cool.

"Eventually? Yeah, no doubt."

>"That's BULL."

>Oh fuck.

>"I know you never liked me, Techy. I read the things you've said, and-"

>WAIT.

"Hold it, you read my stuff?"

>"..."

"While I was sleeping, you went on my computer?"

>"..."

"Dash."

>"Yeah..."

"Why would you do that?"

>"I was looking for...for..."

"For what?!"

>"I'm going out!"

>Suddenly, she flaps her wings, and takes off, out of the room.

>Fucking ponies.

>You turn back to the computer.

>While you aren't looking, she swipes the transcript of 'Last Son of Dublin', and leaves.

>Could have sworn you heard a sniffle.