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fandomhigh2014-07-08 11:53 am
justlurkinghere) wrote in fandomhigh2014-07-08 11:53 am
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Friendship is Fun and Games!, Wednesday, Period 1
Pinkie was actually fairly subdued, today. She was still recovering from the entirely self-imposed trauma of unleashing herself all over the island on Saturday.
Subdued on Pinkie looked a lot like sliding her pet rock Rochelle around on the table and sighing dramatically every so often.
And when Pinkie was subdued, that meant Derek had to step up the the teaching plate. He hated stepping up to the teaching plate.
"Today we'll be trying Play-Doh," he said, eyeing Pinkie and Rochelle warily. "Which is like clay for people who can't be trusted with clay."
Oh. He went there, class.
"You're not 'sposed to eat it." Pinkie was contributing. "But you can make pretty flowers and things."
And then smash them to bits!
Hey now. That sort of attitude was reserved for grumpy werewolves. Derek picked up one if the multitude of tubes to look at it. "And it's the glittery kind. Of course," he said with a sigh.
Pinkie sniffled and blew her nose into a handkerchief. "It makes me happy!" she wailed.
Oh god, oh god. Derek was not equipped for this. "It's fine," he said quickly. Then glared at the class like they were to blame. "Just get to work."
While he calmed down a distraught pony.
Subdued on Pinkie looked a lot like sliding her pet rock Rochelle around on the table and sighing dramatically every so often.
And when Pinkie was subdued, that meant Derek had to step up the the teaching plate. He hated stepping up to the teaching plate.
"Today we'll be trying Play-Doh," he said, eyeing Pinkie and Rochelle warily. "Which is like clay for people who can't be trusted with clay."
Oh. He went there, class.
"You're not 'sposed to eat it." Pinkie was contributing. "But you can make pretty flowers and things."
And then smash them to bits!
Hey now. That sort of attitude was reserved for grumpy werewolves. Derek picked up one if the multitude of tubes to look at it. "And it's the glittery kind. Of course," he said with a sigh.
Pinkie sniffled and blew her nose into a handkerchief. "It makes me happy!" she wailed.
Oh god, oh god. Derek was not equipped for this. "It's fine," he said quickly. Then glared at the class like they were to blame. "Just get to work."
While he calmed down a distraught pony.
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