Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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It had been bad enough to wake up as a pony. Now Topher was realizing that his hooves made it impossible to play video games. Video games. IT WAS KILLING HIM. He stomped around on the controllers, trying to figure out a system, but his tiny character just kept getting blasted with fire that he could have avoided if he had had opposable thumbs, damnit.

Stupid controller.

Then it cracked under his hooves. Frustrated, Topher flopped down on the ground in front of the TV. This sucked.

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"I didn't say we had to try it here," Marshall pointed out. "I'd also suggest, you know, not practicing on the roof."

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"Huh," Topher said thoughtfully. Well, if it was for science...

"Where would you wanna go?"

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"Outside somewhere?" Marshall suggested. "I mean, the grass is probably... softer... right? Might help break our fall if we fall again, y'know?"

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"Okay, yeah," Topher said, attempting an awkward shrug of his lack of shoulders. "Wanna go now?"

Without putting on clothes. That was new.

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"Sure! I mean, what else are we going to do today, right?" Marshall asked. "I mean, we could probably just do it right out in front of the dorms, that way if other winged ponies go by we could ask them to help out, too, right? In testing the whole flying thing?"

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Topher nodded. "Yeah, totally," he agreed. Okay, yes, he was actually getting excited about this. Come on. It was flying. Without a plane or anything! "Let's go."