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[bornoflove]

[Hmm?

This is unusual. There seems to be a new pony or...something on the scroll, in text. At least, that's what it seems like, since this particular figure very, very rarely has spoken on the scrolls with their own identity.

Did she intend to be public? Maybe? Who knows.]

What do you do when you find someone that shares commonality of circumstance with you? Particularly, a rare commonality few others possess?

Please discuss your thoughts. I would like to hear them.

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[action]

[bornoflove]

You really don't have to, honestly. You've already done a lot for me that I don't...

[Deserve? Scones and a scroll scribble. Scones and a scroll scribble.]

But you barely know me.

[action]

[topgun_textiles]

Sure, but... the friends I got were total strangers to me that I yelled at and even chased down, but they still saved my life and I owe a lot to 'em.

But here we needta stick together the best we can when we're watched by you-know-who. This ain't much, but maybe a small somethin' I put together might cheer you up a little bit.

You... sounded pretty lonely, back then. Today, too.

[action]

[bornoflove]

[She looks away at this. Total strangers...and sticking together...]

I've noticed that things tend to fall apart when I get involved.

[She lets out a long breath at this.]

I believe this is when I ask you to come in, then. I don't get many visitors, at least ones who knock.

[There might be some weird creaky and scampering sounds behind her as she speaks. Also more whispers Das taugt nichts Herrin hat ein Gast ! Dies wird ein Schrei zu sein! Ich werde das Popcorn zu bekommen!]

[action]

[topgun_textiles]

[He couldn't understand the whispering, but if he did, he'd think they were extremely rude. Bowing his head in thanks, his ears perked.]

No pressure. You could always take the scones and slam the door in my face, but I wouldn't mind bein' a visitor if ya want one.

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[bornoflove]

If I did that, I'd have half a dozen ponies coming to me trying to tell me I was really a good creature and absolutely deserved gestures of goodwill for some reason.

[Slightly grump at this. Still, she turns and retreats into the blackness; beyond it, if Kanji steps in, is a sparsely-furnished room which, given its weirdly large dimensions, couldn't possibly fit within the building through normal means.

Somewhere on the wall, in one of the weird, cardboard-looking frames, is a scribble Kanji is no doubt familiar with. Its by the only window in the room.]

[action]

[topgun_textiles]

[He stepped in, confused. The heck did she do to come to these conclusions? She just got down on herself a lot, but wondered if it was right to ask why.

He paused when he saw the framed picture, noting the linework seemed familiar. Hey, there it was, a curious doodle!]

Whoa, ya kept it...

[He placed the basket on the table and rubbed an knee sheepishly.]

I'm really glad you liked it. But... uh, I'm a little confused. Weren't ya a pony when I last got a look atcha?

[action]

[bornoflove]

Its merely a disguise. A form more comfortable for a part of me.

[She curled up in a corner after stretching her wings, bringing her gaze and glowing eyes back onto Kanji.]

The part that wears the glasses, that is. She tends to change into it when she's in front. But this is my real form, in this world.