>"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