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// Late night snack 
// Story: Roommates 
// by Cookie_Pone 
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It's late when you rouse from your nap and your stomach is making itself known. Still getting your bearings, you lazily grab your phone and move it off the bed. With some effort, you sit up and stand from the bed, straightening the messy sheets.

Stumbling out the door, you tap the wall a few times before finding the light switch. Your head angles down to avoid the sudden light, a hand coming up to assist.

You look around the kitchen, trying to choose what to have. You wonder how Sky is sleeping and hope you haven't disturbed her. You end up pulling out some bread and microwaving a cheese and ham sandwich.

While you eat alone in silence, you reflect on the past week. You find yourself feeling lucky to have met Sky, you've made a lot of good memories together in just a short time. You'll have to properly thank her sometime, you think as you finish up the sandwich.

After washing up the plate, you return to your room. As you're about to turn the knob, you stop and turn around, carefully opening Sky's door. It brings a smile to your face seeing her sleeping without interruption, so you close the door silently and head to bed.





The morning is the same as always, boring and monotonous. You push yourself through the work with the thought that it's just today and tomorrow before the weekend. You don't mention it, but thinking about Sky also helps.

Before you know it, you're back home. You're saddened after checking all the rooms and finding no signs of Sky, you wonder where she is but the thought is cut off by the door opening.

Sky walks in looking tired and unhappy. You reckon she's late from work and walk over quickly, ready to offer some comfort. She doesn't seem to notice you as she walks in, which is perfect for a sneak attack. She almost falls over at the sudden petting, but manages to keep her legs firm and push into your hand, the frown washing off her face, quickly replaced with a content smile.

Before you get carried away, you remove your hand, much to Sky's displeasure. The little Pegasus gets out of her uniform, her mane a mess. Looking at it, a thought occurs. You ask her if you could brush her mane, which comes as a surprise to her. It seems like a Pegasus would have a hard time doing it alone.

Fortunately, your prediction is correct and Sky agrees eagerly after a bit of thought. You get to work quickly, though carefully. Your work pays off, Sky looks beyond peaceful as you fix up her mane. This must not happen much for her, or maybe she wasn't expecting it from a human? The gradient is very noticeable in her hairs, but how it grows like that is beyond you. 

After her mane has been brushed to near-perfection, you run your hands through it. It's softer than when your first pet her, somehow. You weren't aware something could be as soft as this. It takes all your willpower to not bury your head into it and indulge in the velvety smooth texture.

Sky is clearly on the verge of falling asleep, you're pretty relaxed too, the motion was soothing to repeat, and the occasional satisfied hums helped. If you went for some petting right now she'd undoubtedly pass out in your hands.

But of course you're both hungry, so that'll have to wait until later. For now, you stand and head to the kitchen. Sky wakes from her sleep-like state and joins you. You've got some frozen pies that you can heat up, fast and simple. Sky takes a salad out and you both eat in relative silence. Compared to the other stuff you've had recently, this pie is terrible, but you're hungry now and don't have time to wait. The salad doesn't look amazing either, but you're both enjoying your food enough.

An idea comes to the front of your mind suddenly. Maybe you should try to cut down on your meat consumption? It doesn't seem to make Sky uncomfortable when you eat it around her, but it'd be interesting to try going without it. You could do what she does, fish but no other meat. It's kinda weird that a pony would be pescatarian though, they don't need it, is it just for taste?

Before you fall down that rabbit hole, a ticklish sensation interrupts you. Moving your arm, it becomes obvious what's causing it, it's not the fluffy fur, but rather the soft wing of your roommate. For whatever reason, her wings have been left extended by her sides and one of the feathers has started brushing against your skin. You hadn't noticed until now, but she clearly puts a lot of work into her wings, they're orderly and clean. Overall, Sky certainly does a lot to keep herself looking nice. To keep her fur fluffy and soft she would have to use some kind of shampoo or something, which brings an image of Sky hopping out of a shower and drying herself, just for her fur to poof up suddenly, the thought brings a chuckle from your mouth.

Even though it was quiet, Sky hears the chuckle and looks over, curious about what's funny. Unwilling to expose yourself, you try to bribe her with pettings. Any questions are immediately gone from her mind as she surrenders to your ministrations like every time before.





You find the rest of the day gone in a haze, the details are fuzzy and unimportant. You lay on your side in your bed, smiling to yourself at thoughts of that silly cute horse.