fandomhigh | The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 1

The Danger Shop today was set up to look like a large town square, surrounded by strange looking houses shaped like cupcakes and carousels and giant joker hats. In the center of the time square was a bucket full of apples, next to which sat Pinkie, crouched on her hind legs, holding a trombone. As the door closed behind the last student, she played a classic sad trombone riff. Don't ask how she managed this with hooves. She had skills.

When the last note faded out, a tennis ball sized bug with giant, sparkling green eyes fluttered out of the bucket of apples. It blinked adorably at the students, its eyelids making audible *plink!* noises.

Pinkie tried not to shudder visibly.

"It's cute, isn't it?" she said. "The way it flutters and blinks and it always looks like its smiling. Maybe you think it might make a nice pet. This is your assignment, today. There's a stash of musical instruments behind the joke shop, and a forest down the road. Try not to destroy the town!"

And then she trotted off. Leaving the little bug sitting on top of the bucket of apples, blinking and looking guileless and innocent.

Then it opened its mouth four times wider than its body and ate the entire bucket of apples in a single *howmp!*ing gulp, and spit the empty bucket out with a *ptoo!* And coughed up a little brown hairball -- which unfolded into a second tennis ball sized bug with a tiny smile and giant eyeballs. The two bugs began eyeing anything remotely food-like hungrily.

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"Um," said Miley, glancing around.

Okay, fine, it was a cute boy willing to help her out. Why say no?

"...Sure!"

"Okay... um, okay!" It took him a moment to recover from the fact she actually seemed to think this was a good idea before he turned, and crouched a little so she could hop on.

"But we should probably still make this kind of speedy." And he would do his best not to drop her. It was lucky, really, that part didn't come out of his mouth.

Miley jumped on, and contrary to her usual entire lack of shame, she was blushing a little.

"You, uh, you good?"

"I'm good, definitely good. Yes."

Once was enough, Chuck. Bugs. Time to stop faffing and go.

"Uhh. Right. Joke shop. Ready?" Hopefully the answer was yes, because he was already off at a jog. "I feel like I should say that I don't do this often?" He wasn't entirely sure why he felt compelled to explain himself.

Oh, wow. Aaaaand they were moving. Wow.

"Uh. Me neither!" Miley laughed. Actually, being carried was harder than she would've expected. For one, she had to focus on not kicking him. Because he was a cute boy and very helpful but the sudden movement made her legs want to swing out and that was not acceptable.

"Thanks, by the way!" she added loudly over the noise of... well, running. And chomping, in the distance.

He appreciated the not being kicked, he really did. Chuck had a rather low pain threshold, and would probably make a very unmanly noise.

"Totally welcome!" Chuck assured her, speeding up just a little. Maybe he was imagining it, but that chomping sounded louder. He knew they weren't real, BUT STILL.

"Any bright plans as to what we do when we get to these instruments?" he wondered. He sure as hell couldn't play any.

"I play a mean guitar," Miley said, though even she sounded a bit doubtful of her helpfulness in that particular remark. "Or... maybe they're scared away by loud noises?"

The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 1

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