vatheon | 16 ♐ Taking foal advantage of things

Who: Rainbowleer and the residents of Vatheon
When: Throughout Sunday
Where: The plaza area
Status: Open
Style: Whatever floats your boat, replies will be from 'ponyleer'

[During the morning until midday]

Don't get Darkleer wrong- being stuck in Rainbow Dash's body, the body of any kind of hoofbeast, is actually rather fun. While it would take nothing short of torture to get him to verbally admit it, it is obvious to anyone with common sense that he's rather happy. You know. When he isn't worrying about a stranger in his own STRONG body.

But there's been an event that's been bothering him all week, and today he can't help but soak in his own misery. Really, it was only a matter of time.

So anyone in the plaza today might notice a small light blue pony with wings and a rainbow on the hindquarters. Sometimes, Darkleer is just laying down on the lip of the fountain or a bench, looking plainly worried and sad. Other times, he's dragging himself about the area, pacing uneasily.

Bother a sad pony?

[In the afternoon]

You know what chases away the b100s temporarily? Flying does.

That sure is a pony zooming through the air and sometimes skirting dangerously close to the ground! Don't worry, Darkleer has gotten control of Rainbow Dash's wings now, he won't fly into anyone.

Probably.

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What's bizarre about it?

Petting my hair. I don't expect anyone outside my quadrants to do such a thing.

Oh, well yeah... it's probably weird. I won't do it if you don't want me to.

Well... If you're my matesprit's moirail, I suppose it can be allowed.

[He blushes and strokes Darkleer's ear] We did wind up in a bed together already once. It could happen again.

[Ear flicking against those fingertips, Darkleer just brings his hooves up to his face.]

Goodness, must you bring that up?

Hey, it was nice. [He snickers and ruffles Darkleer's hair] Mostly.

Vulgar and uncouth, the both of you. [He jerks his head away.] Truly you suit one another.

[Gosh, well he'll just stroke your mane again, then] Yeah, I know. But you must not mind that much, despite all your protests.

Well, I have been told I am quite the masochist.

[Ignore the blush on his face and just focus on that petting, Sollux, okay?]

Okay, wow, no. [Sollux covers his face with his free hand] That I didn't need to know!

Says the troll interested in petting my hair! Besides I meant something entirely different!

[Although it is true in this meaning too.]

Yeah, you'd better have. I don't need to know the contents of your filial pail, man. He's only my moirail. [He grins and buries his face in Darkleer's mane, slipping his arms around and huffing]

Try using the front door of the hive and not my window, and perhaps you will see less of it.

[Wiggle! But he will stay in Sollux's arms, the goober.]