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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Dazzling_Pack_IIII">A Dazzling Pack IIII</span><a href="A_Dazzling_Pack_IIII#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Dazzling Pack IIII" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What seems to be the problem, Mr. Caramel?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You liked to think that--for a high school student-- you worked pretty damn hard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were an A+ student, you worked your BUTT off at the Apple's farm, and you were the head of half of the clubs in this school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A lot of what you were doing was hard, long, tiring work, but you didn't mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dad didn't raise one of those air-head guys that coasted by on their looks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You worked hard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You played hard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were an active member of the community</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Couldn't</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;TAKE</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;IT ANYMORE!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today was the accumulation of weeks of work</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Texting, emailing, even a little bribery here and there had come into play</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A lot of your buddies said that it wouldn't work, that you'd get detention and that'd be the end of it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you were determined-- no, RESOLUTE-- in getting some things changed in this school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stood in the lobby where all of the hallways on the second floor intersected</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Around you were your friends Thunderlane, Norman, Flash, and Bulk Biceps to name a few</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each and every one of you were wearing a multicolored t-shirts with the words MEN'S RIGHT printed on the front</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In your hands were signs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;CHANGE THE DRESS CODE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WE WANT THE SAME RIGHTS AS THE GIRLS!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WE DEMAND EQUALITY!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On these signs, carefully tapped so they wouldn't fall off, was underwear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both mens and womens</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boxers, panties, g-strings, briefs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like you had expected, your little &quot;protest&quot; had garnered a lot of attention</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kids from all grades had stopped what they were doing to crowd around all of you, their phones out and recording</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Teachers were peppered throughout the crowds, trying to break them up, trying to get them back to class, but they would not be moved</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;NO POWER, NO PANTS!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MY UNDERWEAR DOES NOT DEFINE ME!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;CHANGE THE DRESS CODE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The guys were waving their signs around, making as much noise as they could</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You needed the attention</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You needed all of these people to put what you were doing on social media</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You needed to get the word out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was the only way that you'd FIX this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Standing in front of your little group, their eyes narrowed and their arms crossed against their chests, were Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither of them looked to happy with what you were doing, giving you the kind of cold, authoritative stare that would have sent most people running</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you stood your ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had to, otherwise nobody would listen</span><br />&quot;We're tired of this school's male population being persecuted for wearing the wrong thing!&quot; you said, puffing your chest up.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The principal and vice-principal exchanged glances</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Caramel, I can't pretend to know what's going on, but if you could just stop this and come with me to my office...&quot; principal Celestia began</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly shook your head</span><br />&quot;I'm afraid that we can't do that, ma'am,&quot; you said<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The vice-principal's nose scrunched up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mr. Caramel, please, you're being unreasonable--&quot;</span><br />&quot;I am NOT being unreasonable!&quot; you barked. &quot;For the last two months I've been emailing people on the school board, trying to get them to help with this, but not a single one of them listened! No one even emailed me back!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking away from them , you turned your attention toward the crowds</span><br />&quot;We guys always get the short end of the stick when it comes to the dress code! Girls are allowed to wear pretty much whatever they want, but if OUR shorts aren't fingertip length we have to call home for a new change of clothes!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the crowds, guys began to murmur amongst each other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good</span><br />&quot;I've seen girls here wear spaghetti tops, leggings, shirts that expose their bellies.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pointed out a girl standing in front of the crowd</span><br />&quot;And everywhere I look I see CAMELTOES because girls don't wear panties, and NO ONE says anything about that! It's ridiculous!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turned back to the principal and her sister, spreading out your arms</span><br />&quot;I know that guys and girls have to have different versions of the dress code. We wear different things, I get that. But it's not fair that ours is so strict while there's is more lenient!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Caramel, whatever you believe, the dress code is applied equally to--&quot;</span><br />&quot;No it's not, and you KNOW IT!&quot; you said, pointing a finger at her<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vice-principal let out a sigh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A girl isn't going to be ogled by a bunch of men, Mr. Caramel,&quot; she said bluntly</span><br />&quot;We shouldn't be ogled in the FIRST place!&quot; you retorted<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We wouldn't ogle you if you all didn't dress up like sluts!&quot; someone shouted from the crowd, prompting laughter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You frowned</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was that Rainbow Dash?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That sounded like Rainbow Dash...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dyke...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He's right!&quot; Sandalwood said, pushing his way out of the crowd. &quot;I got a detention the other day because my pants were a little too tight, and there BonBon was wearing cut-off jeans that were shorter than her panties!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We should be able to wear whatever we want!&quot; another guy cried</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah! It's not our fault that girls can't keep their clits in their pants!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The crowd began to move and shift</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both guys and girls were talking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some of them were starting to look upset</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The teachers tried to yet again restore order, but it wasn't any use</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was working</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;People were talking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thinking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting upset</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know that all you guys want to do is dress in skimpy shit to get attention!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We just want to wear something comfortable! What's wrong with that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah! You girls wear your dirty, period-blood stained pants all the time! Why can't I wear my favorite yoga pants?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The crowd began to her louder and louder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was pushing and shoving</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Students were breaking out into arguments</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Principal Celestia and her sister were looking around nervously</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, now everyone,&quot; the principal said. &quot;Why don't we all just calm down for a moment?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bulk Biceps, all six foot eight, three hundred and twenty pounds of him, stepped out of the ring of guys</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No! We need to do something about this!&quot; he bellowed, his muscles veiny and tense. &quot;We deserve equal rights! We should have the right to wear what we want at our own risk! We deserve to wear muscle shirts!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The giant of a man flexed, and you swore to the stars above you heard his shirt scream</span><br />&quot;YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some of the crowd cheered right back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Others laughed or jeered or booed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scanned the crowd, looking at every individual face, until your gaze settled on someone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was that new kid</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The weird, grumpy one that slept in your language arts class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anonymous</span><br />&quot;Anon! Come here for a second!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;People stopped screaming at each other for a second</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They all looked around, zeroing in on Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The guy perked up, looking around before his gaze met yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? I didn't do anything!&quot; he said insistently, his gaze shifty</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's never a good sign...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still...</span><br />&quot;Just come over here for a second, Anon!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though the green guy really doesn't look like he wants to come forward, a bunch of men and a few girls in the crowd grab him and drag him toward you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a minute or two, but eventually he was standing right next to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He didn't look very happy from the manhandling, but he was there all the same</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can I help you, Caramel?&quot; he asked flatly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smiled, wrapping an arm around his shoulder</span><br />&quot;Actually, yes you can,&quot; you said. &quot;You came from a different school right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. I actually came from a different world through some shitty crystal mirror,&quot; he said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and half of the people listening chuckled</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was a pretty good one...</span><br />&quot;But seriously Anon, since you were from a different school and all, I was wondering how their dress code worked there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gestured to the principal and Ms. Luna</span><br />&quot;Most of us have been in the Canterlot school system since preschool. We've always had the same rules and things like that, so I was thinking that maybe having someone else's opinion might help with this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Principal Celestia eyeing the two of you thoughtfully</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was listening...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fantastic...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon shrugged as you tried not to grin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't remember anyone complaining about our dress code when I was in school. To be honest, I really didn't pay any attention to it. It was just something we kind of had to deal with, I guess.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looked at all of you, then at the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But does it really matter? I mean, all of us are just here to learn. When you get home you can wear anything that you like, so this shouldn't be that big of a deal.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few people in the crowd nodded in agreement</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah... I don't see what the big deal is...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who cares?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not like we're here for the whole day...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes widened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit, you were losing them!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SaveitsaveitsaveitsaveitfuckingSAVEIT!</span><br />&quot;I understand where you're coming from, Anon, but we spend a significant amount of time in school,&quot; you explained, trying turn the conversation back in your favor. &quot;And some of us even spend time here after school--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nerd.&quot;</span><br />&quot;--Playing sports and helping with the school paper and stuff like that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giving Anon's shoulder a pat, you looked at the crowd</span><br />&quot;I'm not saying that we should be allowed to wear nothing but a smile, but at the very least the girls should HAVE to wear panties!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The crowd cheered</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're delighted to see that not all of the people that cheered were guys</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eyeing the teachers, you could see some of them nodding their heads</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coach Sombra was smiling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mrs. Harshwhinny, though frowning like she always did, was eyeing with you interest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even Mr. Cranky looked like he approved of what you were saying</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The vice-principal still looked like she needed a bit more to be won over, but you could see that Ms. Celestia was about to give way</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So, so close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just a little more...</span><br />&quot;So, Anon, did they do anything differently in your own school?&quot; you asked<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again, over five hundred eyes settled on Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He frowned, his brow scrunching up in thought</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a second or two, he opened his mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Well, I can't really--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watched as a change overcame Anonymous, unexpected and from out of nowhere&gt;His mouth snapped shut with such force that it was audible</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A shiver ran up the length of his body and his pupils even dilated</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Actually... I DO remember something in the school dress code,&quot; he said, almost hesitantly</span><br />&quot;Really?&quot; you asked excitedly. &quot;What was it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's eyes darted back and forth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well... there was this... THING that happened in my school. There was a bunch of, um, injustice and unfairness and, ah, all of that stuff...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounded like his school had the same problem as yours then...</span><br />&quot;What happened?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looked at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What happ--Oh well... there was a bunch of arguing, and, um, everyone settled our difference with a... song and dance?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That made sense...</span><br />&quot;And?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon bit his lip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And, well, you see, they put this new code or... whatever it is in our dress code that made life, um, a whooooole lot easier and made everyone really, really happy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Luna's frown deepened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really, Anonymous?&quot; she asked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looked over at her with a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite discern</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He nodded very slowly, thoughtfully, as if he was scared to</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweat was dripping down his forehead, you noticed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aw...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The poor guy must be scared of talking to crowds...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being the supportive guy that you were, you have his shoulder a squeeze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It didn't even look like Anon noticed that you did it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes ma'am. It solved our problems, made everyone happy, and it even made our state mandated test scores higher... and stuff.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now he had all of the teachers looking on in interest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They leaned forward, as did most of the students</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel the excitement in the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tension</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The breakthrough!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thing that was going to help this school!</span><br />&quot;What was it, Anon?&quot; you asked, practically hugging him now<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looked over at the principal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't, um, quote me on this, but I remember the dress code had something in it that pretty much said that the, ah, that the entire female staff weren't supposed to wear bras or panties, AND they always had to wear low cut, thin shirts.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a few moments, you could have heard a pin drop in the school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, looking around, added,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, and the, um, guys were allowed to go commando too... I guess.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The reaction was immediate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ew! Why the heck would we want to stare at a bunch of old lady's boobs?&quot; Bulk said, making a face as he looked over at the principal in particular</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon followed his gaze as the crowd began to mutter likewise</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HEY! Don't you fucking DARE talk shit about Principal Celestia!&quot; he snarled, his face twisting into anger</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He brushed past you and made his way over to Bulk, fists clenched</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's fucking BEAUTIFUL, you meat-giant! And I'll fight anyone here to the DEATH that thinks otherwise!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He jabbed a finger in Ms. Celestia's direction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In fact, if I wasn't dating anyone right now, I'd be doing everything in my fucking power to get an opportunity to bury my face in between those big, beautiful tits of hers until the sun came up, you cunt!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before anyone could stop him, Anon cocked a fist back and let it fly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It connected against Bulk's chest with a solid thud</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As it did that, a loud pop rang through the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's eyes widened hugely</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MOTHERFUCKER!&quot; he squeaked, pulling his fist away and hugging it against his chest before falling to the ground. &quot;FUCK!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bulk, who looked nonplussed but otherwise unharmed, looked down at him with a raised eyebrow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WHAT ARE YOU MADE OF? STEEL?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As everyone looked down at Anon with various levels of concern, you were busy thinking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;...Oh sweet Abercrombie and Fitch, that's GENIUS!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thunderlane, who had a small smile on his face as he watched Anon roll around on the ground in pain, looked over at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's genius, Caramel?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feeling your heart soaring, you placed a hand against your chest</span><br />&quot;Just think about it for a second!&quot; you shouted, so everyone could hear. &quot;The teachers, Ms. Celestia, Ms. Luna, they're our role models while we're here!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My wrist! I think I broke my wrist!&quot;</span><br />&quot;They're the ones that teach us, the ones that help shape us into the people that we're going to be later on in life!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh sweet Jesus I can see the light! Fuck, it's Hell! Don't go into the fucking light!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Even if they don't think so, they're the ones that can help change any rules or regulation! What they wear, whether it's casual or professional, signals what we can or cannot wear!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your nigga's dying! Pray for you boy!&quot;</span><br />&quot;And whatever they wear we don't end up sexualizing them! Because we've put them above that!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know why you didn't see it before...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If your smile grew any bigger it might have fallen from your face</span><br />&quot;If they were to go without underwear or wear low-cut shirts or anything like that, we wouldn't say anything! In fact, we'd think that it would just be a normal, everyday thing. There'd be nothing sexual or depraved about it!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;All around, you could hear both students and teachers talking amongst themselves</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were beginning to understand what you were getting at</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were beginning to see</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And they looked excited</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why does it hurt so fucking much?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;And, if they do it long enough, we might begin to think nothing of it if anyone of us comes to school bra-less or with boxers or in yoga pants or anything like that! We might be able to change this school's very mindset!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bulk, throwing down his sign, lifting both of his massive arms into the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You found yourself smiling as the crowds roared back in response</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With Anon's help, you were going to make a difference</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the Dazzlings pushing through the crowd, none of them looking very happy, but you couldn't give a flying feather about that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Caramel.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked over your shoulder as someone placed a hand on it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Celestia was standing next to you with the vice-principal right next to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The principal was smiling, looking absolutely proud and terribly excited</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Caramel, I must applaud you for your efforts here today,&quot; she said, over the cheering. &quot;It must have taken a great deal of courage to do what you did.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wiping a tear from your eye, you grinned</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had won them over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had done it</span><br />&quot;So, you're going to help me fix the dress code?&quot; you asked<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We will bring this... interesting idea to the school board to see what they think,&quot; Ms. Luna said. &quot;It may take some work, but I believe that we may have something here. Whatever it may be...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sniffled, trying your very hardest not to cry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had done it...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With Anon's help, you were going to make a difference...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were going to--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Move.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio, with a frown on her face, roughly shoved you aside, nearly knocking you over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reaching down, she pulled Anon to his feet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Easy!&quot; Anon yelped. &quot;Easy!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let me see.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that fucker a golem? Because I swear--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rolling her eyes, Adagio grabbed his injured hand, causing him to yelp</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She carefully looked it over for a few moments</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah. Merely dislocated,&quot; she muttered, sounding relieved</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then pulled Anon's arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was another, almost sickening pop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon yelped, his eyes bulging</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He curled in on himself, burying his face into Adagio's neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl, with a small smile now on her face, began to run her fingers through his hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There we are, all better.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk... Yoooooouuuu...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now we know to let the females of the pack do the fighting, yes?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuuuuuucccccckkkkk.... Yoooouuuuu... wiiiiittttthhhhh... aaaaa... rrrrraaaakkkkeeee.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still smiling, Adagio looked over at Bulk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowned, eyes narrowing, before muttering something under her breath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh oh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You might want to tell Bulk about that later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the other Dazzlings crowded around Anon you sighed, your hands on your hips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You owed Anon one, that's for sure...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hmmm....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe he'd like to go out and do something with the other guys?...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll make sure to ask him after all of this was over...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sighed again, looking around the hall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You did good, Caramel</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You did good</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Vice-Principal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't look at her...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't look at her...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Luna...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't do it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't you dare look at her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Luuuuunnnnna.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know what's going to happen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lun--&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turned to look at your sister, who was giving you the smuggest, grandest, most shit shit-eating grin that you have ever seen on her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I recall you telling me that no guy would want a women my size,&quot; she said, inspecting her fingernails. &quot;I believe that SOMEONE owes me an apology.&quot;</span><br />&quot;He's a student, Cele--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't recall you specifying, dear sister~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia took a deep breath, puffing her chest out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep... This old girl's still got it!... Unlike SOME people I know...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goddammit...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were never going to hear the end of this, were you?</span></div></div>




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