Celestia and DealerAnon Pt. 16

>So far, you have chain-smoked four Camels
>The tar is definitely doing a number on your lungs, but you have good reason
>Several good reasons, in fact
>One, you just saw your old principal naked and your dick is going haywire
>But it's mostly item two
>Two, you just said the dumbest thing you ever could have said to her
>Ever
>Also, you're seriously thinking about either getting some kind of filter for your mouth or just cutting your tongue out
>Fucking shit
>You stub the cigarette in an ashtray, for once, and light up another
>Honestly, you're already feeling sick from the smoke, but you need something to do
>And almost on cue, you hear muffled footsteps coming down the stairs
>A door somewhere behind you opens
>Well, at least you died with an eyeful

>'Hey Anon.''
'Hi.''
>The awkward silence reigns mighty, and you are currently keeping your eyes fixed on the skyline
>After a minute, you stub out your cigarette and decide to break the silence
''So, uh, clothes fit okay?''
>''Yeah. They're a bit big, but, uh, thanks.''
''No problem.''
>You contemplate lighting another Camel, but you're already feeling light-headed
>Your thoughts are interrupted by none other than Celestia
>''Anon?''
''Yeah?''
>She comes closer, with an almost scared look on her face
>Tearing your gaze away from the skyline for a moment, you notice that she somehow manages to look good in ratty gym wear
>Your ratty gym wear, no less
>She takes her place beside you, both staring out toward the city
>''When you looked at me, what did you see?''
''What do you mean?''
>''When you saw me, uh, naked, what did you see?''
''Oh! Uh, not much at all. Honest.''
>She sighs and fiddles with her tresses for a moment
>''That's not what I meant. Anon, do you think I'm, well, pretty?''
''Hnnhgh.''
>''Anon?''
>The worried look in her eyes is replaced by something akin to a fire
''Well, I think you're, uh-''
>''Yes?''
''Well, you're very, very pretty, okay? You're probably one of the prettiest girls, er, women, I've ever met.''
>''Thank you, Anon.''
>You're not sure if you should continue or not
>Fortunately, she resolves that problem for you
>''I'm sorry for being like this, Anon. It's just, well, I've been caught up in my work so much.''
''What's that got to do with this?''
>''It's nothing.''
''Come on, there's got to be something.''
>You move in front of her, blocking her view of the skyline
>''It's nothing. Really.''
>She still looks uncertain, so you decide to do the only thing you can
>Enter smooth Anon

>You place your hand on her shoulder, as comforting as possible
''Hey. Come on. You can tell me.''
>Her gaze has moved from the skyline to the floor, and she looks somehow uncertain
>''It's just, well, you know.''
''I don't think I do.''
>You give her a half-hearted grin
>''Well, it's just that the school used to be my whole life, in a way.''
''All work and no play, huh?''
>''Yeah, I guess. Most of my time was spent on work, so I didn't really do, well, anything else.''
''Like what?''
>She shrugs in response
>''I don't know. Making friends, I guess. It's just so messed up, in a way.''
''What do you mean?''
>''What I mean is that I finally have the chance to go out, make some friends, the works, and I have no idea where to start.''
''Well, I think you're off to a good start.''
>You give her a reassuring grin and squeeze her shoulder, her eyes lighting up a bit
>''Thanks Anon.''
''No problem.''
>You let her shoulder go and stand beside her, leaning on the wall
>The silence between you is comfortable, in a way
>''Anon?''
''Hm?''
>''Do you have anything planned for today?''
''Yep. Friend's coming over at twelve, maybe at one. What's your daily agenda?''
>''Oh, uh, I don't know. I was planning on heading down to Carousel, if I find any cash, that is.''
''Carousel, huh? Is that a bar or something?''
>She looks amazed and gives off a brief giggle
>''Seriously? You don't know the Carousel Boutique?''
>You scratch your neck, slightly embarrassed
>She probably isn't the drinking type anyway
''Well, uh, yeah, I've heard about it. What they sell again?''
>''Anon, they're the best tailors in town. You must've heard about them.''
>You give her a lopsided smirk and point at the t-shirt she is wearing
''That look tailored to you?''
>''Well, no. Not really.''
>She looks downcast for a moment, but quickly brightens up again
>''But wouldn't you want to have something tailored?''
''Do they do wifebeaters?''
>''Hm. Possibly. But a suit is always nice, don't you think?''
''I'm not much of a formal guy.''
>She gives you a sardonic smirk
>''Really? Couldn't tell. But, take it from me, everyone goes well with a suit.''
''That so?''
>''Mm-hmm.''
''So, Celestia?''
>''Yeah?''
''Why'd you ask me if you're pretty?''
>''Oh! Well, I was just asking.''
>She is starting to blush again
>Just too cute
''Come on, there's got to be a reason for it.''
>''Well, it's just-''
>She is fiddling with her hair and looking away from you, clearly nervous
''Hm?''
>''Well, when I was in the shower I noticed you staring quite a bit.''
''Well, I had good reason.''
>You smirk at her despite her still avoiding your gaze
''You are one pretty motherfucker.''
>''Th-thanks?''
>She looks uncertain of what to think
>You could've worded that better
''Oh, yeah, also-''
>You fiddle with your bandages, unsure of what to say
>''Hm?''
''Well, for what it's worth, I'm sorry if I scared you last night. It's just, well, shit, I was really drunk, and I guess I get a little, well, direct when I drink.''
>She smiles at you, clearly less nervous than before
>''Apology accepted. I was just, well, worried.''
''Why? Come on, I'm not that kind of guy.''
>''No, no, it's not that. It's just, well, it's been a really long time and all.''
''Since what?''
>Prize-winning grin fixed in place, as you put your hand on her shoulder you clearly feel her tense up
>She is starting to blush again, pale cheeks turning a shade of soft pink
>''Since, since… Since I've last seen you, of course! You've grown so much since High School!''
>Your grin is turning wider by the second
>She is just too cute when she gets flustered
''Uh huh. You sure that's it?''
>She can clearly hear the doubtful tone you're taking
>''Well, yes, of course!''
>She replies a little too quickly, her voice a little too shaky
>''Now-''
>She shakes off your hand and promptly heads to the door
>''I think I've got some cleaning to do.''