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# Breakfast - I don't have a name for this one

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1. >You are Shimmer Light, and you just bought a pack of crayons.
2. >Your Blue became unusable through... completely normal circumstances... and you needed a new one.
3. >So you went to the market and bought as many as you could.
4. >You are currently walking home with a box of crayons in your mouth.
5. >Your carrying it in your mouth because you can't wear a saddlebag.
6. >Well, you don't know of any specially made for your wings, at least.
7. >You love your beautiful wings, but beauty can be a burden sometimes.
8. >A swarm of moth fillies run around a dull-looking moth mare.
9. >... The same swarm as usual, but they surround a different mare. This one is the stagnant brown one, the one you usually see with the tongue one.
10. >... Sometimes, you feel you should at least learn their names.
11. >... But they don't know your name, why should you know theirs?
12. >This time, the orange one doesn't notice you as you pass by.
13. >"Dandelion wishes to play Cops and Robbers!"
14. >One of the fillies.
15. >"Huh? Uh, yeah, sure..."
16. >The mare, most likely. She sounded like she wasn't even listening.
17. >Soon, the group is nothing more than a little noise in the distance.
18. >...
19. >Your trip has been one of near-silence.
20. >Good. You hate all of their useless banter anyway.
21. >Your quiet is broken by an opening door.
22. >The tongue one walks out of a nearby house while looking back toward... someone.
23. >"Well, I had fun. And remember, you can always count on me if you need..." She trails off as she flicks her tongue sexually.
24. >You didn't expect anything else from her.
25. >As your vantage point gets better, you are able to peer into the doorway, using your peripheral vision.
26. >No one knows if you are looking at them or not.
28. >The one behind the tongue one... is a mare you don't see often. She looks... regal and fancy.
29. >"Golden Corral, I would appreciate if you did not joke about such atrocities to me."
30. >Her voice matches her appearance.
31. >You pass by the house and their conversation becomes light teasing in the breeze.
32. >...
33. >You spot a red splotch in the middle of the street.
34. >... It's a moth. She's that hippie one who's always "high on life".
35. >Her parents probably hated her.
36. >You don't give her a second glance as you walk past her.
37. >...
38. >You're nearly home.
39. >There isn't a single pony around.
40. >... Your gaze fixates itself on the house next to yours.
41. >The door opens and out steps Hexferry.
42. >... How exactly did you know her name again?
43. >... The peach one she hangs out with probably said it at some point.
44. >Come to think of it, you haven't seen the peach one in a while.
45. >She always teases Hexferry about something.
46. >And Hexferry becomes a stuttering mess.
47. >You're glad you aren't that way.
48. >You'd rather die.
49. >Hexferry lets out a grudging sigh and begins her walk.
50. >Toward you.
51. >Well, more in the direction your in, not you specifically.
52. >She notices you and... slows to a stop.
53. >Her face shows bewilderment.
54. >As you pass her, her gaze sticks to you.
55. >You can almost feel her looking at you.
56. >"Crayons, really?"
57. >...
58. >You don't even react, like you didn't hear her at all.
59. >She isn't worth your time.
60. >No one here is.
61. >Maybe no one anywhere is.
62. >You get to the door of your house without even glancing toward Hexferry.
63. >She's probably trudging off by now, angry about being ignored.
64. >You have that effect one ponies.
65. >... You love it.
66. >You open the door, walk inside and shut the door behind you.
67. >After breaking out your brand new crayons, you proceed to draw... very poorly.
68. >You aren't an artist.
69. >... But you're still better than anyone else in this village, you're sure of that.

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>You are Shimmer Light, and you just bought a pack of crayons. >Your Blue became unusable through... completely normal circumstances... and you needed a new one. >So you went to the market and bought as many as you could. >You are currently walking home with a box of crayons in your mouth. >Your carrying it in your mouth because you can't wear a saddlebag. >Well, you don't know of any specially made for your wings, at least. >You love your beautiful wings, but beauty can be a burden sometimes. >A swarm of moth fillies run around a dull-looking moth mare. >... The same swarm as usual, but they surround a different mare. This one is the stagnant brown one, the one you usually see with the tongue one. >... Sometimes, you feel you should at least learn their names. >... But they don't know your name, why should you know theirs? >This time, the orange one doesn't notice you as you pass by. >"Dandelion wishes to play Cops and Robbers!" >One of the fillies. >"Huh? Uh, yeah, sure..." >The mare, most likely. She sounded like she wasn't even listening. >Soon, the group is nothing more than a little noise in the distance. >... >Your trip has been one of near-silence. >Good. You hate all of their useless banter anyway. >Your quiet is broken by an opening door. >The tongue one walks out of a nearby house while looking back toward... someone. >"Well, I had fun. And remember, you can always count on me if you need..." She trails off as she flicks her tongue sexually. >You didn't expect anything else from her. >As your vantage point gets better, you are able to peer into the doorway, using your peripheral vision. >No one knows if you are looking at them or not. >The one behind the tongue one... is a mare you don't see often. She looks... regal and fancy. >"Golden Corral, I would appreciate if you did not joke about such atrocities to me." >Her voice matches her appearance. >You pass by the house and their conversation becomes light teasing in the breeze. >... >You spot a red splotch in the middle of the street. >... It's a moth. She's that hippie one who's always "high on life". >Her parents probably hated her. >You don't give her a second glance as you walk past her. >... >You're nearly home. >There isn't a single pony around. >... Your gaze fixates itself on the house next to yours. >The door opens and out steps Hexferry. >... How exactly did you know her name again? >... The peach one she hangs out with probably said it at some point. >Come to think of it, you haven't seen the peach one in a while. >She always teases Hexferry about something. >And Hexferry becomes a stuttering mess. >You're glad you aren't that way. >You'd rather die. >Hexferry lets out a grudging sigh and begins her walk. >Toward you. >Well, more in the direction your in, not you specifically. >She notices you and... slows to a stop. >Her face shows bewilderment. >As you pass her, her gaze sticks to you. >You can almost feel her looking at you. >"Crayons, really?" >... >You don't even react, like you didn't hear her at all. >She isn't worth your time. >No one here is. >Maybe no one anywhere is. >You get to the door of your house without even glancing toward Hexferry. >She's probably trudging off by now, angry about being ignored. >You have that effect one ponies. >... You love it. >You open the door, walk inside and shut the door behind you. >After breaking out your brand new crayons, you proceed to draw... very poorly. >You aren't an artist. >... But you're still better than anyone else in this village, you're sure of that.