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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 1, 2014 7:21:38 GMT -5
"I'm not hungry," She grumbled, being contradicted seconds later as her stomach growled angrily at her in defiance. Apparently, she was incredibly hungry.
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Post by Midnight Mind on Oct 1, 2014 7:59:59 GMT -5
"You know I am right with the eating part will you just let me have something. Now you can either eat or you.." she brought Sugar over to her touching noses now "Can kiss you deeply to keep you from screaming out. You are adorable and wouldn't mind."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 1, 2014 8:03:26 GMT -5
"Wh-what!?"
Sugar turned bright, bright red, and suddenly clammed up, eyes wide. She also stopped struggling, and instead curled up and hid her red face. She had now gone completely silent. I guess it worked.
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Post by Midnight Mind on Oct 1, 2014 8:10:30 GMT -5
Seeing how she reacted she smiled a bit before leaning up to talk into her ear "Look...you are hungry I know you are, your stomach is growling loudly. I wanted to show my appreciation for fixing my necklace and this seemed a great way." she began to lay her chin on Sugar "Please just relax...you can hate me all you want after this."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 1, 2014 19:23:10 GMT -5
"You already paid me..." Sugar managed to squeak out, "W-why do you feel the need to do this?"
Seriously, social abilities were far from Sugar's strong point, and being a friend wasn't really high up on the list either, so she truly didn't understand where Midnight was coming from. To Sugar, gratitude was shown in payment from Midnight after Sugar fixed the locket, and that was the end of that transaction. She didn't understand how, now, Midnight could say they were friends, or why she'd take the reclusive semi-madmare out anywhere when they barely knew each other.
It didn't make any sense!
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Post by Midnight Mind on Oct 1, 2014 21:42:24 GMT -5
"You are a smart mare and gods is it great to know that you are more then just a cute face. You as well seemed a bit hungry..and I dont take no as an answer when trying to be nice." she began to think a bit more before looking at the place around them "And...I hate to see a pony who is nice and smart be treated in such a way. You deserve better treatment."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 1, 2014 22:04:47 GMT -5
"I'm not a cute face," She grumbled, "I'm a genius who has lots of work to do. And I'm not being mistreated."
Obviously she didn't see her own mistreatment of her body as abuse, nor did she see herself as physically attractive, although she didn't put much stock in physical attraction to begin with in all honesty. She had little to no time for looking pretty, or looking like anything really. Too much work to do, too many machines to make.
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Post by Midnight Mind on Oct 1, 2014 22:52:48 GMT -5
"Come on you are cute put you in a little dress and do your mane up you could be the bell of any ball. Plus you are smart so you would make lots of connections." she began to smile before moving towards one of the restaurants "You should come by the kingdom sometime and come to some of the balls we have. You could get a lot of connections for your inventions."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 2, 2014 1:00:58 GMT -5
"I don't wear dresses," She grumbled in reply, "They're stupid and impractical. And there's nothing wrong with my mane! And I said, I'm a genius! Not just smart."
The pair were drawing a lot of stupified looks, and Sugar didn't like that. But then, she didn't like being dragged along in a gravity well either, so there wasn't a whole lot she could do about either problems.
"And I don't dance either," She muttered finally.
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Post by Midnight Mind on Oct 2, 2014 1:54:33 GMT -5
"You wouldn't need to wear one all the time just for a ball. And your mane well yes it's cute now." she began to turn to look at Sugar and the ones looking at her and Midnight. She looked at the other ponies and tilted her head a bit at them her eyes looked into one ponies eyes and didnt even utter a word as she watched the pony run off from them "Anyways you know it's actually quite simple I could show you if you want. Also if I set you down...will you promise not to run away?"
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 2, 2014 17:43:15 GMT -5
"I don't promise that I won't try to run away," She shot back irritably, "I have a lot of work to do... and dresses still suck. And I don't wanna change my mane."
At this point, sometime when she'd been struggling, she had built up some momentum and, given that Midnight's focus hadn't entirely been upon Sugar whilst she'd been walking (or on maintaining the spell), Sugar had managed to float herself into an upside down position, forelegs tucked tightly to her chest, and hind legs retracted to make herself as small as possible. It's unknown how this could happen in some instances, many say a lapse in concentration, kind of like holding a small puppy that's rolled in slippery mud. Although, in retrospect, they had some key differences. Anything held in telekinesis couldn't actually escape unless the other pony wanted them to, they could overpower their magic with their own, or they could dispel magic. Sugar, currently, could do none of these things.
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Post by Midnight Mind on Oct 2, 2014 19:22:56 GMT -5
"How about we keep your mane but forget the dress I mean if you want." she began to think a bit as she went into the restaurant. "If you ever come to the Kingdom of Crimos though Sugar will you let me spoil you a bit?" she looked at the pony to be seated "Um booth?" she said as she glared at the stares they gave her for holding Sugar "You see something you like or just gawk for no reason?" she growled out as they walked over to a booth table looking back at how Sugar was upside down in her hold using her magic to spin her back to her other position "Ok You dont promise to not run...but I also dont promise not to chase you back down."
Setting her down in the booth opposite her she smiled letting the magic go "I am pretty confident I can outrun you."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 2, 2014 20:21:34 GMT -5
"You're a unicorn," Sugar stated bluntly, "By definition, physical fitness falls more in my favour. What makes you think, if I decided to run, that you would stand a hope of catching up to me, let along capturing me again to force me into this establishment?"
Sugar huffed, as though insulted, and glared at Midnight irritably. She was not having the best morning I suppose.
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Post by Midnight Mind on Oct 2, 2014 20:32:27 GMT -5
"Hmm you do have a point but.." she leaned over the table and stared at her "Do you wanna test that? I am sure it's been said around town of a mare who beat up the bartender and bouncers at the rusted horse shoe." she grinned a bit before sitting back down fully "I am sure I can catch you wouldn't hurt ya you though you are however free to try. Again you can hate me all you want after this, I'll even let you slug me."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 2, 2014 20:43:34 GMT -5
Sugar, defeated, finally grumbled something about 'staying at the stupid table' and flopped her head down upon said table, covering her head with her hooves.
"Why me?" She asked herself quietly, lamenting her situation. She had a very important project waiting for her at home, there's probably no good food in the restaurant, and she was a hostage of a crazy fortune teller who was treating her like a foal. She found the whole situation ludicrous.
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