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- >Twilight enters her home, a sheet of paper hoisted by her magic in front of her.
- >”Hey Sparkle, how you been?” You take another sip of your drink as you slouch on her couch.
- >Twilight moves the paper out of the way and tilts her head. "Anon, what's a waifu and why does Spike need it on his pillow?"
- >You shrug nonchalantly and go back to nursing your drink.
- “All I know is that my waifu > his waifu.”
- >She squints her eyes and frowns at you.
- >”Where is Spike anyway?”
- “Last I checked he was booting up my laptop.”
- >Twilight lets out an agitated sigh.
- >”Again? I wish you hadn’t taught him how to use that device. He spends more time on that than anything else.”
- >Spike had been getting more frustrated lately and that cocktease Rarity hadn’t helped matters.
- >Being the male with the biggest role in his life, you took pity on him and introduced him to the magical world of porn.
- >You were hesitant at first about sharing your guilty pleasures, but you’re glad you could bond with him.
- >Even if it was over fap material.
- >”I-I’m right here Twilight.”
- >Twilight and you turn your heads towards the upstairs bedroom.
- >Spike has the door open enough to stick his head out.
- >His face is tinged with red and sweat clings to his forehead.
- >”Spike, there you are. We need to talk about this bill.”
- >”Yeah that’s cool. Hey, could you get me an ice pack?” He glances towards the interior of the room. “And maybe a mop?”
- >”An ice pack? Are you hurt? Do you need me to—“
- >“No, no it’s just uh, hot in here! That’s right. And I spilled my drink.”
- >Twilight stops her progress towards the bedroom.
- >”Well, okay. If you’re sure.”
- >”Mhm, yep. Just knock before you come in, okay?”
- “Make sure to clean the keyboard.”
- >He barely acknowledges you with a nod before slamming the door shut.
- >Chuckling, you shake your head while Twilight looks back at you.
- “I remember my first nukige. Good times, good times.” You take another sip of your drink.
- >Twilight stares at you with a flat look.
- >”Anon, I don’t think you and Spike should hang out anymore.”
- “Probably for the best.”
- >Today was a “You need to pace yourself” kind of day.
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