Another day of school down, and many more to go...
I'd have to say, though. All this yelling and screaming from Pinkie's made my throat pretty sore.
"So you're saying that you're feeling... a little hoarse?"
Pinkie sat on the seat besides me on the sofa, raising her eyebrows in a questionably... nevermind. I know what she's going for.
"Yeah, I guess so..."
"So you're feeling a little horse?"
She rubbed a hoof across a flank, shooting the same look as before.
"Yes, I mean, no! I mean..."
"Silly Anon. I know what you're thinking, remember?"
Oh yeah.
I know who you love.
I shiver in anticipation, Pinkie.
Eeeexxxxxccceeeelllleeeennnnt...
I was being sarcastic PInkie, and I'm not sure whether or not I want a half-sane reality-bending wife.
Aww...
Even through telepathy, she can be heart-wrenchingly cute.
I know, right?!
I turned off the TV, and picked up my backpack.
"Well, time for homework. Ya wanna help?"
Pinkie nodded enthusiastically. Even though I don't need help on my homework most of the time, I like the company... even if it does cost me several fistfuls of candy every day.