Anon bullies Applebloom & Rara

>"Oh hey anon."
>Applebloom smiled up at you as you approached.
>She was drawing a picture with her crayons out in the acres.
"Hey Applebloom, whatcha drawing?"
>You lean over her.
>"I drew a picture of Applejack."
>It looks like someone shit a bunch of colors on a page in the shape of a pony.
"Let me look closer."
>You grab the paper and wordlessly, you tear it in half.
>"A- anon!?"
>You then give her the two pieces of the picture.
"There ya go."
>Then you turn and walk off, you swear you hear a few sobs behind you.
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>"Oh Anon, be a dearie and grab that roll of thread next to you?"
>Shrugging, you picked up the roll and give it to her.
>She then got back to sewing up the dress she was working on.
>Without a thank you.
>A large grin spread across your face as you strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips.
>Rarity doesn't really like you eating in her work room since you'll get food all over the dresses and the things she is working on.
>You walk back into the room she is working in and tear the bag open, then walk over next to her.
>Then, you start feasting on the bag of chips like a wild dog going through garbage.
>"Anon? Why are you eating here?"
>Your fingers are now stained with the chip residue.
"Oh sorry."
>Crumbs fall down onto her dress.
>By now, her eyes are wide, one of them twitching.
"Let me wipe it off."
>You pick up the dress and wipe your hands with them, staining them.
>Taking a glance at Rarity, now her mouth is hanging open.
>"A- anon you... you just..."
>She is speechless.
>After a few moments of silence you sigh.
"Alright I'm gonna go visit Applejack. Later."
>Then you walk out of the door and set down the road to the Apple acres.