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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [11/16].
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howareyanowWell, that was a relief!
Wayne certainly had a contingency plan in place fer if this pony thing managed to last longer than the weekend; he had spent more of his free time practicing how to get a good pancake flip with a pan in one's mouth more than he would like to admit, but he much preferred the fact that he was bipedal with hands instead of hooves again and all that preparation was fer nothing!
So he got to the common room, started making breakfast as per usual, appreciating the use of his hands when he did it because he certainly didn't want to take them for granted again, all the while thinking that ponies were a pretty silly thing to turn into in the first place. He'd go ahead and be pretty stereotypical and assume some of the girls were pretty pleased about the whole thing, but honestly? He thought they should have all just been puppers.
A weekend of being puppers would have been great.
"Mebbe you could get on that fer next time," he said, apparentleh to the island, with a firm nod that seemed to work well enough as an agreement, considering he was talking to an island, apparentleh.
[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]
Wayne certainly had a contingency plan in place fer if this pony thing managed to last longer than the weekend; he had spent more of his free time practicing how to get a good pancake flip with a pan in one's mouth more than he would like to admit, but he much preferred the fact that he was bipedal with hands instead of hooves again and all that preparation was fer nothing!
So he got to the common room, started making breakfast as per usual, appreciating the use of his hands when he did it because he certainly didn't want to take them for granted again, all the while thinking that ponies were a pretty silly thing to turn into in the first place. He'd go ahead and be pretty stereotypical and assume some of the girls were pretty pleased about the whole thing, but honestly? He thought they should have all just been puppers.
A weekend of being puppers would have been great.
"Mebbe you could get on that fer next time," he said, apparentleh to the island, with a firm nod that seemed to work well enough as an agreement, considering he was talking to an island, apparentleh.
[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]