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Post by ZeeStitch on Jan 12, 2013 0:57:32 GMT -5
Me and Tex's combined-verse of pony awesome!
Tex: Lapis
Zee: Cesare "DUMB FABRIC!" Little creme colored pony kicked the little basket over which held his rolls of fabric. He'd received these brilliantly woven materials for Hearth Warmings Eve a bit ago and he'd finally gotten around to trying to sew it together. His ears flattened downwards as he stewed in his annoyance, shoulders hunched a pout on his lips as his sticky blue-purple hair fell into his ice blue eyes. He stomped his hooves and had a Rarity-esque hissy fit. "This isn't FAIR!" He huffed. He stood and trotted his blank flank over towards the sewing machine, blinking as he looked at it with large eyes. "You stupid machine! Stop being mean to me!" He knocked on the machine with his hoof which caused it to buzz on for a second, the needle grazing his hoof. "OOOOOUUUUUUCCCCHHHHH!!!!" |
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Post by Kitexa on Feb 8, 2013 16:34:37 GMT -5
Across the hall, Lapis Lazuli had been busy with her morning routine: make bed, brush teeth, put earrings in, and now, comb mane. She'd made sure to keep the door locked--Celestia knew her mother would BEG to do her hair if she walked in. " like the natural look." she'd told the older mare. A shame it never seemed to stick.
Upon the shrill cry, Lazuli's golden aura dropped; brush clattering to the floor. "Cesare?" She called, recognizing her brother. Barreling through the door, femme chased the voice to it's source.
"Cesare, what--"
She paused.
"...you're fighting with the sewing machine again, aren't you." And to think she'd been worried he'd put himself in danger...
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Post by ZeeStitch on Feb 21, 2013 22:22:56 GMT -5
"NO!"
The pouty little colt crossed her arms across his white chest,hiding his red marked hoof. "I am not! I'm just..." He hung his head and sighed. "Yes, Lapis," he mumbled. He turned large crystal eyes on her. "I don't understand why I can't do it," he mumbled, lifting the fabric he was trying to sew.
"I try and I try and I still can't get it right," he sniffled, "Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? Isn't it?" He gave a very Rarity-eque pouty face to his sister, eyes brimming with shine and confusion.
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