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Laughter
Pinkie Pie could count on one hoof the number of days since she’d last seen Twilight Sparkle leave Golden Oaks library and, since the back of her neck was itching, that meant something was up.
Pinkie didn’t like it when something was up. After all, as Twilight had so often told her, what goes up must fall down, and in Pinkie’s experience things that fell down tended to hurt somepony. And if something was up with Twilight then something might fall and hit her, and that would be bad. And so, Pinkie Pie elected to do something about it.
Normally, Pinkie would throw a party if she felt she needed to cheer up one of her friends. But Twilight’s reclusivity and general introvahoosits gave Pinkie second thoughts about that, and soon enough she decided that maybe Twilight needed something a little quieter than a party. And with that in mind, she had bounced over to Golden Oaks with a box of Clouds and Bumblebees in her mouth, humming muffledly to herself.
“Mpheyah Filiht!” She greeted as the doors swung open, before spitting the package out onto the floor before her. “Wanna play a game?”
“I’m not really in the mood, Pinkie.” Twilight’s eyes were a little puffy and red, and beneath them sat two dark bags. Her voice sounded dull and heavy, but not heavy metal-heavy. Her shoulders slumped and her whole body looked a little limp, like a mannequin. Something was up, indeed.
“That’s okay, silly,” Pinkie smiled, stepping inside. “I just came over to cheer you up, but if you’re not in the mood for a game then I’m sure we can find something else that’s fun fun fun!”
Twilight didn’t smile. Her mouth twitch upwards and her face arranged itself into the shape of a smile, but Pinkie Pie knew the difference. She held her gasp in, her hooves clutched tightly to her mouth, because she knew that gasping wouldn’t make Twilight feel better. But this was so much worse than she thought! Nopony should ever feel like they have to fake a smile around their friends!
Pinkie Pie looked around for some inspiration. What could they do that would make Twilight smile?
“Hey, I know!” Twilight looked up from the ground, her hooves still pawing gently at the wooden floor. “We could read a book!”
“Read… a book?”
“Yeah! Oh, oh oh! Do you wanna read me a story, Twilight? Huh? Huh? Please?”
It took a bit of persuading, of course, but Twilight eventually let Pinkie pick out a book. She’d wanted to choose a joke book, but Twilight said she wasn’t going to read her those. Pinkie did her best to hide her disappointment, because she knew that jokes were the fastest way to cheer a friend up, but eventually they settled for a silly story about a pegasus called Cerulean Skies. Pinkie Pie loved silly stories the best, because you didn’t have to be quiet while someone was telling you a silly story.
Eventually they settled down on beanbags by the fireplace, and Twilight began to read in her calming, soothing, scratchy voice. She wasn’t as good as usual because her voice seemed a little quiet, but Pinkie wasn’t going to tell her that. Besides, Twilight was good enough at telling stories that even on her off days she sounded super-amazingly-brilliant!
It was a good story, and at the end, when Cerulean finally realised that he’d taken the train to Canterlot on the wrong day, both mares were rolling on the floor, laughing and grinning. Twilight was really smiling, this time, and as she lay and let her breath catch up with her, Pinkie smiled, too, at a job well done.
“Thanks Twilight. Today’s been great.” She stood up, grabbing the game she’d left discarded on the floor an hour ago in her mouth, and trotting lightly to the door. “Mfee oo foon!”
Twilight smiled, chuckling a little under her breath, as she waved goodbye. It was hard to grin with a cardboard box held in her mouth, but Pinkie tried, and then bounced onwards down the road, hearing the muffled thud of the door behind her swinging shut.
Halfway down the road, she stopped in her tracks and frowned. The back of her neck was itching again, and her tail was a-fluttering, almost but not quite a-twitchy-twitch-twitching. After a moment, she shrugged it off, and bounced on down the road, humming to herself as she thought about the next friend she’d cheer up.
Pinkie didn’t like it when something was up. After all, as Twilight had so often told her, what goes up must fall down, and in Pinkie’s experience things that fell down tended to hurt somepony. And if something was up with Twilight then something might fall and hit her, and that would be bad. And so, Pinkie Pie elected to do something about it.
Normally, Pinkie would throw a party if she felt she needed to cheer up one of her friends. But Twilight’s reclusivity and general introvahoosits gave Pinkie second thoughts about that, and soon enough she decided that maybe Twilight needed something a little quieter than a party. And with that in mind, she had bounced over to Golden Oaks with a box of Clouds and Bumblebees in her mouth, humming muffledly to herself.
“Mpheyah Filiht!” She greeted as the doors swung open, before spitting the package out onto the floor before her. “Wanna play a game?”
“I’m not really in the mood, Pinkie.” Twilight’s eyes were a little puffy and red, and beneath them sat two dark bags. Her voice sounded dull and heavy, but not heavy metal-heavy. Her shoulders slumped and her whole body looked a little limp, like a mannequin. Something was up, indeed.
“That’s okay, silly,” Pinkie smiled, stepping inside. “I just came over to cheer you up, but if you’re not in the mood for a game then I’m sure we can find something else that’s fun fun fun!”
Twilight didn’t smile. Her mouth twitch upwards and her face arranged itself into the shape of a smile, but Pinkie Pie knew the difference. She held her gasp in, her hooves clutched tightly to her mouth, because she knew that gasping wouldn’t make Twilight feel better. But this was so much worse than she thought! Nopony should ever feel like they have to fake a smile around their friends!
Pinkie Pie looked around for some inspiration. What could they do that would make Twilight smile?
“Hey, I know!” Twilight looked up from the ground, her hooves still pawing gently at the wooden floor. “We could read a book!”
“Read… a book?”
“Yeah! Oh, oh oh! Do you wanna read me a story, Twilight? Huh? Huh? Please?”
It took a bit of persuading, of course, but Twilight eventually let Pinkie pick out a book. She’d wanted to choose a joke book, but Twilight said she wasn’t going to read her those. Pinkie did her best to hide her disappointment, because she knew that jokes were the fastest way to cheer a friend up, but eventually they settled for a silly story about a pegasus called Cerulean Skies. Pinkie Pie loved silly stories the best, because you didn’t have to be quiet while someone was telling you a silly story.
Eventually they settled down on beanbags by the fireplace, and Twilight began to read in her calming, soothing, scratchy voice. She wasn’t as good as usual because her voice seemed a little quiet, but Pinkie wasn’t going to tell her that. Besides, Twilight was good enough at telling stories that even on her off days she sounded super-amazingly-brilliant!
It was a good story, and at the end, when Cerulean finally realised that he’d taken the train to Canterlot on the wrong day, both mares were rolling on the floor, laughing and grinning. Twilight was really smiling, this time, and as she lay and let her breath catch up with her, Pinkie smiled, too, at a job well done.
“Thanks Twilight. Today’s been great.” She stood up, grabbing the game she’d left discarded on the floor an hour ago in her mouth, and trotting lightly to the door. “Mfee oo foon!”
Twilight smiled, chuckling a little under her breath, as she waved goodbye. It was hard to grin with a cardboard box held in her mouth, but Pinkie tried, and then bounced onwards down the road, hearing the muffled thud of the door behind her swinging shut.
Halfway down the road, she stopped in her tracks and frowned. The back of her neck was itching again, and her tail was a-fluttering, almost but not quite a-twitchy-twitch-twitching. After a moment, she shrugged it off, and bounced on down the road, humming to herself as she thought about the next friend she’d cheer up.