Lavandar 2

>Still a new fluffy owner
>Wake up, recalling last night’s tete-a-tete
>Look over to the foal’s side of the bed
>He’s just sitting there, staring at you blankly
>Blink
>He blinks
“Morning Lavandar”
“Fak yoo hooman”
>D’aww, he’s annoyed
>Still a big softie who isn’t really affected by insults
>Especially from something so adorable!
>He points to his fluffy stomach
“Hungwy”
“I can hear that”
>His stomach makes little squelches
>Walk to the kitchen
>Hear pitter-patter of hooves as he follows
>Open cabinet, grimace
>oh fuck, no spaghetti
>How the actual fuck could you forget spaghetti when you bought a fluffy?
>Turn your head towards him
>He’s just sitting on the counter
>The fuck did he get there?
>He looks pretty solemn
“Wha’? Yoo wan’ Wavandar do wine? Yoo think aww fwuffies jus’ WUV doing da wine? Fine, ‘[i]wan’ sketties[/i]’”
>He closes his eyes and lifts his snout up
>Opens one eye
“Buh not weawwy”
>Confused.jpg
“Wait what?”
“Wavandar no wike sketties. Sketties is gwoss and mushy”
>Flashback to your youth, when your uncle who lived with your family would make spaghetti
>Every
>Damn
>Night
>Nowadays you hold contempt and hold in nausea for the Italian noodles
>You had figured that getting a fluffy would have pros outweighing the cons of making [i]gag[/i] spaghetti
>This foal just got a lot more... interesting
“That’s okay Lavandar, I don’t really like spaghetti that much either”
>He smirks and looks at me
“Got any Nutewwa?”
“Yo”
>Throw a small slice of bread with some chocoaltey goodness on it at him
>Have my own bit, watching him chow down
“So what’re we gonna do today?”
>He sighs
“Wavandar haf cwaving fow ‘Da Gweat Outdows' today”
>The purple fluff ball finishes his bread and smacks his little lips
“What about Fluffaluffagus the Ninth?”
“Wavandar wiww make poopies whewe poopies neva suppose 'ta be”
>You laugh at that, then get ready to go
>At the door, look around for Lavandar
“I thought you said you wanted to go to the park?”
>He replies in as sarcastic a voice a fluffy foal can make
“Wavandar nu have wingies, hooman. Hewp off iwand pwease”
>Oh yeah, he’s still on the counter
>In addition to being easily wooed by cute things, you’re kind of a ditz too
>Help him off and lead him out the door
>Realize something
“If you couldn’t get down, how did you manage such a feat of levitation?”
“Big words scawe fwuffy. Nu can compwehend wif tiny, insignifican' fwuffy bwain'”
>Now he’s just playing with you
“Isn’t ‘insignificant’ a big-fluffy word?”
“Wan’ pway?”
>Continue along the sidewalk towards the park with probably the most interesting fluffy ever
“You’re a pretty cool fluffy, Lavandar”
“Fak u hooman”