You didn't know what to expect. I mean, sure, there are a lot of horse things here that were the equivalent to human items, but nope, not once did this one item cross your mind. You couldn't help but stare at what was in front of you with a blank look.
"Ponka, what is that." Your tone was flat, for good reason too; the usually hyped-up-on-cocaine pink horse was flat-maned, staring with much intent at a television screen. Her hooves on a joystick controlled, two buttoned remote.
Playing a game.
To be honest, you knew what you were looking at, but you definitely needed reassurance. 8-bit vidya games in horseland? Insane. She didn't even look up to you as her eyes glanced cautiously around the screen; her character, a short blonde unihorse was attacking grass with a floating sword. Your eyes looked downwards to find the case, a sneaking suspicion crawled up your spine. I swear to God, if it's—"The Tail of Barrelda, it's this really badly translated game from Japone. But it's seriously one the best games out to date! My favorite character-" and there went the word vomit.
"Oookay. Well, can I play?" You really hoped so, it's been ages since you last played with anything. God, I sound like a child. The crazed horse vigorously shook her head in a negative manner.
"No way Poné! I've gotta stop Canon from taking over Hayrule!" The puns, they hurt. You physically twitched after she was done speaking; you take back what you've said many many times.
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"There's no way I'm gonna want to kill myself over something stupid! This place is awesome!"
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This place is stupid. You vaguely recall Applejack offering to sell poisoned apples in case you wanted somehorse dead. Does yourself count? Anyway, you gave a sigh of boredom as you practically threw yourself off of the couch. Might as well go check if the offer's still available.
Pink horse doesn't even acknowledge your disappearance. What a lovely feeling to have.