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fandomhigh2013-06-06 12:33 pm
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomhigh2013-06-06 12:33 pm
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The Art of Friendship (and Glitter!!!!), period 3
The supplies today probably gave away what was planned with a pile of blank magnets, blank picture frames, and paints of all colors. Okay, there was an inordinate amount of shades of pink there. And glitter. Which, really, you all ought to expect at this point.
Also, there was the fact that Pinkie was dressed as a fridge.
At least this would make it harder for her to tackle-hug her coteacher? No. Actually, let's be honest here. She'd hug him no matter what she was wearing. She was just that good of a friend.
"Hiya, everypony!" she greeted, her face popping out of the open freezer door. "Today we're going to make magnets and picture frames!"
Derek was just going to attempt to ignore the costume. He was failing, though. Because really. A pony dressed as a fridge. "You can do both or just one if you want. Try not to get paint on yourselves."
The glitter? Lost cause.
"Hurray!" Pinkie shouted. The fridge door burst open, firing a burst of air-cannoned glitter into the room. It was black and midnight blue, in deference to Derek's preferred outfits.
See? She just cared so much!
Derek just sighed, resigned to his fate. That's right, folks. The talking pink pony broke him down like a puppy.
Also, there was the fact that Pinkie was dressed as a fridge.
At least this would make it harder for her to tackle-hug her coteacher? No. Actually, let's be honest here. She'd hug him no matter what she was wearing. She was just that good of a friend.
"Hiya, everypony!" she greeted, her face popping out of the open freezer door. "Today we're going to make magnets and picture frames!"
Derek was just going to attempt to ignore the costume. He was failing, though. Because really. A pony dressed as a fridge. "You can do both or just one if you want. Try not to get paint on yourselves."
The glitter? Lost cause.
"Hurray!" Pinkie shouted. The fridge door burst open, firing a burst of air-cannoned glitter into the room. It was black and midnight blue, in deference to Derek's preferred outfits.
See? She just cared so much!
Derek just sighed, resigned to his fate. That's right, folks. The talking pink pony broke him down like a puppy.
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