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fandomhigh2013-01-30 06:37 am
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Friendship 101, Wednesday, Period 2
Today the students might have noticed that the floor of the danger shop had a certain bounce to it. Like the kind you would find in a gymnastics gym. Who didn't enjoy a good bounce every once and awhile, after all?
Derek, don't answer that.
Speaking of which, the man was somehow managing to exude brooding rage in a room that was both bouncy and bright pink. That shit took skill. "Today we're learning about trust."
You may laugh at the concept of Derek trusting now. Go on. You know you wanna. Oh the things he did thanks to his both bouncy and bright pink teaching partner.
Speaking of, the combination of the bouncy floor and her own somewhat rubbery nature meant that Pinkie was getting some fairly impressive air in here. And bouncing around joyously next to -- and around -- and behind -- Derek letting out little eeee noises on each bounce.
"Trust eeee is eeee key eeee in eeee maintaining eeee good eeee friendships!" she said.
Between Derek's reticence and Pinkie's distraction, this could potentially be the least useful lecture in the history of classes about friendship.
Derek would have said that all the lectures were useless. Because he was a ball of issues, but that's not the topic right now. "We're doing--" Oh god, it pained him to say. "--trust falls."
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" said Pinkie.
Derek reached over to attempt to stop her from bouncing any higher. This was an accident waiting to happen. "This was a terrible idea," he hissed like the class couldn't hear him.
Pinkie looked wide-eyed and serious faced at him. As she kept bouncing. And eeeeing. "What eeee makes you eeee say eeee that?"
Then she bounced wrong way and ended up flying, limbs flailing, at his head.
"That could be why," Derek grumbled from his spot on the floor. See, all it took to knock him down aside from angry werewolves was a bouncy, pink pony. His life was magical.
"Oopsie!" Pinkie said, climbing remarkably stably to her feet. "Sorry about that." She offered him a hoof up. "Everypony pair up, and start falling! And remember, if you see tweety birds flying around your head, those weren't programmed into the computer, so it probably means something's gone horribly wrong!"
It was amazing how the cheer in her voice never wavered, even when discussing the students' potential brain injuries.
Derek, don't answer that.
Speaking of which, the man was somehow managing to exude brooding rage in a room that was both bouncy and bright pink. That shit took skill. "Today we're learning about trust."
You may laugh at the concept of Derek trusting now. Go on. You know you wanna. Oh the things he did thanks to his both bouncy and bright pink teaching partner.
Speaking of, the combination of the bouncy floor and her own somewhat rubbery nature meant that Pinkie was getting some fairly impressive air in here. And bouncing around joyously next to -- and around -- and behind -- Derek letting out little eeee noises on each bounce.
"Trust eeee is eeee key eeee in eeee maintaining eeee good eeee friendships!" she said.
Between Derek's reticence and Pinkie's distraction, this could potentially be the least useful lecture in the history of classes about friendship.
Derek would have said that all the lectures were useless. Because he was a ball of issues, but that's not the topic right now. "We're doing--" Oh god, it pained him to say. "--trust falls."
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" said Pinkie.
Derek reached over to attempt to stop her from bouncing any higher. This was an accident waiting to happen. "This was a terrible idea," he hissed like the class couldn't hear him.
Pinkie looked wide-eyed and serious faced at him. As she kept bouncing. And eeeeing. "What eeee makes you eeee say eeee that?"
Then she bounced wrong way and ended up flying, limbs flailing, at his head.
"That could be why," Derek grumbled from his spot on the floor. See, all it took to knock him down aside from angry werewolves was a bouncy, pink pony. His life was magical.
"Oopsie!" Pinkie said, climbing remarkably stably to her feet. "Sorry about that." She offered him a hoof up. "Everypony pair up, and start falling! And remember, if you see tweety birds flying around your head, those weren't programmed into the computer, so it probably means something's gone horribly wrong!"
It was amazing how the cheer in her voice never wavered, even when discussing the students' potential brain injuries.
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He crossed his arms over his chest and looked around for a partner.
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"Um... do you know what a 'trust fall' is?" she asked, eyes wide and hopeful.
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Not bad enough to stop bouncing around the room, but, well.
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"I'll tell them we did it if you do?"
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Ah, friendship. Or something along those lines.
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[ooc: Which, can I just say, being a theatre person I have done TONS of and EVERY time I have been dropped. EVERY TIME, PEOPLE!!]
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"Man, it was fun being a pony," Kenzi mused, off on a tangent. "Which, duh. Look at Pinkie. But still. Trust falls with a pony. Poor Derek."
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"He's -" Mercy cut herself off, not knowing if she should mention the werewolf thing or if it even mattered. "...managing," she finished weakly. "But yeah, like I said. Hooves."
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Ahahahahaha.
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