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# BluntTongs - Saddened Sepia

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1. >"Hexferry, come on..."
2. >Meisa is annoying you
3. >you're currently at Sepia's house, and she's been rather disheartened throughout the entire party she's throwing
4. >you and Meisa were the only other guests, and Sepia was gradually getting into a worse emotional condition throughout
5. >until she finally broke
6. >now Meisa wants you to help console her
7. "No. I don't need to do anything for her."
8. >"Please? She's heartbroken, look at the poor thing!"
9. >Sepia is sniffling in the corner of the room, tears streaming down her face
10. >"No one came to her party but us..."
11. "That's not my fault. She should have sent out more invitations!"
12. >Sepia begins sobbing profusely at your harsh words
13. >you begin to whisper furiously
14. "It's not my fault, and it is NOT my problem, Meisa!"
15. >"Hexferry! I would have thought you a kinder Moth than that!"
16. "It's just a party, nothing important."
17. >"She doesn't get out that often, and it probably gets lonely out here in the forest..."
18. >the Moth huddled in the corner covers her eyes with her wings, shivering
19. >"See? She NEEDS you, Hexferry."
20. "...Well..."
21. >you glance downwards, avoiding Meisa's eyes
22. "...I guess she could use some cheering up..."
23. >Meisa smiles triumphantly
24. >"Great! Now go on, she's waiting for you."
25. >you step toward the sad Moth, now back to sniffling
26. >you reach her, reluctantly putting your foreleg around her, pulling her close
27. >Sepia squeaks as you embrace her, and she tries to pull away
29. "Shh...It's fine, Sepia..."
30. >you hold onto her and try desperately to find a reason as to why it is fine
31. >"No, it's not! I've let everyone down, nobody likes me, and... And-!"
32. >Sepia breaks down into tears, most of them dripping onto your fur coat
33. >"And I even burnt the surprise cake I was going to hand out!"
34. >at this, a renewed deluge of tears pour from the shuddering Moth, staining your fur
35. "Er... Well..."
36. >you pat her on the back, trying to comfort her as you search for something nice to say
37. "I, uh, like you, sort of..?"
38. >Meisa can't help but snicker at your choice of words
39. >but this seems to calm Sepia a bit
40. >"R-really? Y-you like me?" she says in-between her sniffs
41. "Heh, erm, yes! I DO like you! As a friend. A. Good. Friend."
42. >you punctuate the lasts words with a glare towards Meisa
43. >"The c-cake is still ruined, though..."
44. "Shh, shh! It's all fine, we don't even care for cake that much."
45. >you sit there awkwardly, with a Mothpony sniffling through your shoulder, getting snot all over you
46. >after a while, Sepia pulls back from your embrace
47. >"So... It wasn't that bad of a turnout..?" she asks, eyes red from the tears
49. >wiping the snot off of you, you answer in your most kind voice
50. "Well, it wasn't that goo-"
51. >you're interrupted by a swift tap to the head, courtesy of Meisa
52. "I mean, it was alright. Yes. Really."
53. >"You... Mean that?"
54. >Sepia grapples you into a bear hug, nearly crushing your delicate wings
55. >...and she pecks you on the cheek quickly
56. >Meisa is struggling to contain her laughter at the sight
57. >you're struggling to keep your wings from flaring up, as well as your blush from being noticed
58. >as Sepia's distracted, you try to extend your tongue into a shape like a middle finger, like Golden Corral can, but to no avail
59. >you just sort of flop your tongue around, and Meisa nearly bursts with laughter
60. >soon, Sepia lets go of you, tears dried and confidence somewhat intact
61. >"So... Does anyone still want any cake?"
63. >You all learned a great lesson that night; Never eat burnt cake. Indigestion is awful
64. >also, you totally don't like mares
65. >nope, not at all
66. >that wing thing was a fluke

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>"Hexferry, come on..." >Meisa is annoying you >you're currently at Sepia's house, and she's been rather disheartened throughout the entire party she's throwing >you and Meisa were the only other guests, and Sepia was gradually getting into a worse emotional condition throughout >until she finally broke >now Meisa wants you to help console her "No. I don't need to do anything for her." >"Please? She's heartbroken, look at the poor thing!" >Sepia is sniffling in the corner of the room, tears streaming down her face >"No one came to her party but us..." "That's not my fault. She should have sent out more invitations!" >Sepia begins sobbing profusely at your harsh words >you begin to whisper furiously "It's not my fault, and it is NOT my problem, Meisa!" >"Hexferry! I would have thought you a kinder Moth than that!" "It's just a party, nothing important." >"She doesn't get out that often, and it probably gets lonely out here in the forest..." >the Moth huddled in the corner covers her eyes with her wings, shivering >"See? She NEEDS you, Hexferry." "...Well..." >you glance downwards, avoiding Meisa's eyes "...I guess she could use some cheering up..." >Meisa smiles triumphantly >"Great! Now go on, she's waiting for you." >you step toward the sad Moth, now back to sniffling >you reach her, reluctantly putting your foreleg around her, pulling her close >Sepia squeaks as you embrace her, and she tries to pull away "Shh...It's fine, Sepia..." >you hold onto her and try desperately to find a reason as to why it is fine >"No, it's not! I've let everyone down, nobody likes me, and... And-!" >Sepia breaks down into tears, most of them dripping onto your fur coat >"And I even burnt the surprise cake I was going to hand out!" >at this, a renewed deluge of tears pour from the shuddering Moth, staining your fur "Er... Well..." >you pat her on the back, trying to comfort her as you search for something nice to say "I, uh, like you, sort of..?" >Meisa can't help but snicker at your choice of words >but this seems to calm Sepia a bit >"R-really? Y-you like me?" she says in-between her sniffs "Heh, erm, yes! I DO like you! As a friend. A. Good. Friend." >you punctuate the lasts words with a glare towards Meisa >"The c-cake is still ruined, though..." "Shh, shh! It's all fine, we don't even care for cake that much." >you sit there awkwardly, with a Mothpony sniffling through your shoulder, getting snot all over you >after a while, Sepia pulls back from your embrace >"So... It wasn't that bad of a turnout..?" she asks, eyes red from the tears >wiping the snot off of you, you answer in your most kind voice "Well, it wasn't that goo-" >you're interrupted by a swift tap to the head, courtesy of Meisa "I mean, it was alright. Yes. Really." >"You... Mean that?" >Sepia grapples you into a bear hug, nearly crushing your delicate wings >...and she pecks you on the cheek quickly >Meisa is struggling to contain her laughter at the sight >you're struggling to keep your wings from flaring up, as well as your blush from being noticed >as Sepia's distracted, you try to extend your tongue into a shape like a middle finger, like Golden Corral can, but to no avail >you just sort of flop your tongue around, and Meisa nearly bursts with laughter >soon, Sepia lets go of you, tears dried and confidence somewhat intact >"So... Does anyone still want any cake?" >You all learned a great lesson that night; Never eat burnt cake. Indigestion is awful >also, you totally don't like mares >nope, not at all >that wing thing was a fluke