fandomhigh | Friendship is Always in Fashion, Thursday, period 1

The classroom was arranged with the desks all turned to face a bare strip of floor through the middle, marked off with sparkly (naturally) tape.

Your runway, ladies and gentlemen.

Because what was a class about fashion without a show or two to watch? Just think of it as Project Runway as taught by a pony and the angriest werewolf ever. Pinkie Pie was clearly the Tim Gunn of this duo. Derek only wished he had Heidi's style.

"Hi," Derek said, not looking especially thrilled to be there. But that was par for the course if you've ever seen him before. "My name is Derek." He preemptively winced for what would come next.

"And I'm Pinkie Pie!" Pinkie squealed, far too close to Derek's ear. (Oh look, he knew her so well! BFFAEAE!) "Welcome to Friendship is Always in Fashion!" She struck a dramatic pose, smizing like a champ.

Or she had an eyelash in her eye. It was hard to tell.

Derek sighed, just glad he wasn't covered in glitter. Yet. "Today we're going to get to know each other." Meaning you get to tell them your names like in aaaaall your other classes. "And what you think your fashion choices say about you."

"For instance," Pinkie said. "I usually don't wear anything at all! Which is actually what most ponies do, but when I'm around people I think it says that I'm a free-spirited kinda lady who doesn't need to be tied down to a single subculture!" It helped that she could whip a new outfit up literally out of nowhere.

There was that, yes. "And I would say my clothing is neutral and non-attention drawing," Derek said. Which, really, Derek? Have you seen your ass? Your fabulous ass? "So, someone gets to go first."

And be judged.

"And, oo!" Pinkie waved her hoof in the air as though wanting to be called upon. "If anypony wants to be a TA, let us know!"

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Jackson was looking as generally annoyed as ever, in no small part due to the fact that he had turned back into a human about 45 minutes before this class began. But, he still looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model, if nothing else.

"Jackson Whittemore. I have money and know how to use it."

Yes, that was his honest and candid opinion of what his style said.

"Ooo!" Pinkie said. "Do you use it to buy cupcakes?"

WHAT ELSE WAS MONEY FOR?

LOTS OF THINGS, PINKIE. LIKE PORSCHES. GOD.

Jackson was used to this complete lack of understanding by now, though. Not that it made him look any happier to be here. "Rarely."

"That's too bad," Pinkie said, sounding very sorry for him. "Cupcakes are the best."

"Right," said Jackson, who really didn't think so.

Or that there was anything to be sorry for him about. Ever.

"Do you want one?" Pinkie offered. "I bet I have some around here, somewhere!"

You possibly didn't want to know where.

Jackson definitely didn't want to know. Really. Definitely not.

"... No thanks."

He was turning down a cupcake. This did not compute.

"Well . . . if you're suuuuuuure. . . ."

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