Gentlemanon pt.II

HOW DID I FORGET TO PUT THIS ON HERE


>You are Anonymous the Gentleman
>you are a courteous, kind, and dapper fellow
>you are also currently unconscious
>Most_reprehensible.png
>What you must assume to be hours later, you slowly come to your senses.
>A demure, feminine voice speaks
>"Oh-oh! You're awake! Try not to push yourself too hard, um, if that's okay..."
>Ah, you must have fallen, and this kind soul found you lying on the sidewalk unconcious and taken you to her home
>Well, we can't exactly trouble a lady, now can we?
>It would be just unseemly.
"I assure you, miss, I am... quite alright." you say, rubbing your head. "However, I must express my gratitude for you bringing me here. I'm sure there must be some way I can repay you for the trouble."
>"Oh, n-no!" the dame squeaks, "I-I-It's no trouble at all! Y-You can stay put, mister..."
"Anonymous. Charmed. Might I inquire your name, miss?"
>You briefly entertain the notion for a moment that she wants you to not trouble yourself due to a serious injury you may have.
>The mysterious lady helping you mumbles something unintelligible
"Would you be so kind as to say that again, miss? I fear I didn't quite catch it."
>A moment later, you dismiss the idea as nonsense; you feel that every part of you is indeed in working order
>More murmuring. Poor dame must be terribly shy.
>Well, everything excluding the eyes. Quickly rubbing the blurriness out of them, you gaze over to your savior.
"Once more, please? It would be most helpful if you spo--"
>You cut off your sentence most awkwardly
>Standing before you, barely able to meet your eyes, is a small pegasus.
>With a pale yellow coat.
>A pink mane.
> Big green eyes .
>And an almost human looking face.
>You can only express your bewilderment in a most laconic manner.
"What."
>you allow yourself a moment of confusion before swiftly regaining your composure
>after all, a gentleman is not so uncouth as to gawk at a strange sight.
>the meek yellow pegasus recoils in surprise, or perhaps fear, at your previous bewilderment.
>"I'mFluttershy!" she squeaks.
>her tone suggests that it was indeed fear
>you immediately speak with a more soothing tone.
"Come now, miss Fluttershy. You've nothing to fear of me."
>you put on a friendly grin, ignoring your bewilderment at the fact that she is an equine for the moment.
>After all, you are a gentleman. Courtesy has priority over curiosity.
>She cautiously meets your gaze.
>With a good natured chuckle, you rise, dusting your coat. Once it appears to be free of grass once more, you give a tip of the imaginary hat and a small bow.
"After all, what sort of /ruffian/ would accost the very same being who went through the trouble of bringing them to their home and caring for them?"
>you ask rhetorically, thoroughly dissipating any chance for her to believe you meant any harm.
>Speaking of her home, you appraise your surroundings.
>rather small, yet it has a quaint and cozy feel to it.
>not a bad place to live. you could certainly think of worse.
>However, there is /one/ detail that elicits a raised eyebrow from you.
>The smell.
"Say, do you by any chance work with other animals?"
>you ask, instantly hoping you didn't put too much emphasis on "other".
>After all, the dame appears to be sentient as any human.
>And as such, you are not so improper as to be offensive to someone so undeserving of an insult.
>that fear fades as she instantly perks up, face brightening as if it were a torch being lit
>"Oh, yes! I absolutely /love/ to take care of animals! I even-- no, wait!" she begins, cut off by a speeding white blur racing out of the kitchen.
>a spereding blur headed straight for your head, you might add.
>reacting instinctively, you sidestep as the white projectile races past just inches away.
>unamused, you turn an indignant gaze towards the attacker--
>And find it locked with the beady, angry eyes of a small white rabbit wielding a large wooden spoon.
>You can tell he is annoyed with you from both his eyes and having witnessed many an angry glare in your lifetime
>How tactless.png
"A good day to you too, sir."
>you're holding a polite tone, however you are sure your attacker notices the steel behind it
>Your jimmies have been rustled, and this displeases you.
"I would advise against attacking me again, my good hare. Doubtless Miss Fluttershy would not approve of fisticuffs in her household."
>He merely holds his gaze.
"However, I must inform you that I am more than willing to defend myself if necessary."
>you take off your coat and toss it expertly onto the coathanger by her door.
"So what will it be? Shall we settle this peacefully?"
>Fluttershy attempts to intervene
>Neither of you notice
>you gaze into eachother's eyes for another moment, and an understanding is met
>He readies his spoon.
>You put up your dukes
"Very well! Have at you!"
>the rabbit leaps for your head once more.
>the fight is over as soon as it began
>You were a gentleman.
>Not a pushover.
>And your opponent was a rabbit about one twentieth your size.
>And although he was fast.
>You were no slouch either.
>even as he reaches head height and raises his spoon, you throw a swift jab.
>hitting the hare square in the nose, he flies a good three feet backward before landing on the bed.
>Fluttershy squeaks in horror and rushes to the fallen animal's side. "Angel! Are you all right?"
>After a minute of laying, likely knocked senseless, Angel rises and begins having what appears to be a conversation with Fluttershy
>So she can talk to animals. How fascinating.
>"Are you sure? It looked like he really hurt you there."
>Angel nods.
>Fluttershy turns to you and says, "H-He says you've earned his respect, and won't attack you any more."
>You raise an eyebrow, but say nothing.
>He certainly is a gracious loser...
>"Now why /did/ you attack him in the first place?" Fluttershy asks.
>A series of exaggerated gestures.
>"Angel! Anonymous is a guest! Y-you shouldn't just attack somepony because they're delaying your lunch..."
>Angel crosses his arms and looks defiant.
>And a spoiled brat. How infuriating.
>Catching his eye, you briefly communicate your disdain for his self-righteousness before clearing your throat discreetly.
"Say, Miss Fluttershy, did you, by any chance, come across my cane when you found me?"
>"O-Oh, right! I meant to go and get that, but I kind of forgot while I was taking care of you... I'm sorry!" she squeaks.
>you dismiss her apologies with a wave of the hand.
"It's not a problem, you've put yourself through enough trouble on my behalf. If I could ask for one more favor, however, might you guide me to it's location?"
>"Y-yes, could you please just give me a moment to feed Angel... um, if that's okay, I mean?"
"By all means."
>She quickly retreats into the kitchen with her fluffy white companion. Returning shortly, she opened the door outside.
>Much to your disappointment, nobody got on the floor or walked any reptilian dances.
>No matter. A gentleman's jimmies are not rustled by something so trivial.
>Following your meek equine guide outside, you get your first impression of this strange new world you've found yourself in.