Twilight and Anon - Anon's Mask

>You walk along with Rarity, nodding along with whatever she was yammering on about.
>Apparently Twilight needed you and for some reason Rarity had been the one to send you.
>You had tried to pry the reason out of her, but the unicorn was blithely unaware of her reality.
>So you had just relaxed and let yourself be subjected to her endless stream of words about how she had the most delightful ideas about your suit.
>Eventually you arrived at the library and went inside.
>Much to Rarity's indignation you didn't knock.
>Twilight is right inside, surrounded by the paperwork she's been producing.
>You don't really know how she's gotten so much data off of two short study sessions.
>You sigh and place yourself in the normal seat.
>She had been tasked with studying you and studying was something she seemed to excel at.
>As you plopped yourself down she seemed to notice you finally and put her notes away.
>"Hello Anonymo-"
>A gasp ended her sentence, drawing a raised eyebrow from you.
>Not that she'd notice.
>"Are you ok?!"
>A purple streak almost tackled you, looking intently at your neck.
"Y-yes, why?"
>You look down at where her stare was directed and frowned in annoyance.
>A piece of your mask was out of place and bunching above your collar.
>You push it back down under your collar and feel around the area, eliciting a gasp from the purple alicorn.
>You don't notice anything and so look back at Twilight, whose eyes were glued to your collar.

>"You just... pushed it back down?"
>You were just confused at this point.
"Pushed what... my mask?"
>This brought on another shocked expressed.
>"... a mask?"
>Purple hooves pressed against your face, moving the fabric covering it.
>"A mask?! That's impossible!"
>She jumped away from you, diving back into her notes.
>You scratch your head in confusion.
"Well. Not a mask technically. More of a headsock. I've always called it a mask though"
>"I couldn't have missed that!"
>Parchment flew around her.
"... how did you think I can see?"
>The parchment stopped in place.
>"... I had several working theories..."
"How many?"
>"... 16..."
"How many for hearing?"
>"... ... 24"
"You know you could have asked."
>The parchment exploded in a wave of purple magic accompanied by a roar of frustration.
>"It's going to take me all night to re-organize my notes!"
"Welp, I'll leave you to that"
>You chuckle to yourself as you stand up.
>Looks like you had lucked out today.
>As you approached the door you were stopped by a high pitched squeal.
>You turn to see Rarity almost vibrating with her eyes latched onto your face.
>Or your mask you assume.
"No!"
>You turn to dash out the door.
"No no no!"
>Your body is stopped by a blue field.
>"You simply must let me design you some new masks!"
>As you are carried outside you turn your head to see the hurricane of parchment.
"I'll get you for this Twilight Sparkle!"
>The door closes with a snap.