//------------------------------// // Gilda x CMC 2: Electric Scootaloo // Story: 2G // by Bysen //------------------------------// Somewhere, somehow, Gilda could sense the spaghetti falling out of Gallus’ metaphorical pockets. Or she would in the future because timeline wise, this takes place simultaneously to the previous chapters. Either way, as Gilda paid for both of their meals she took a moment to figure out what she was going to do for the rest of the day. Let alone the next three. And speaking of three… Scootaloo rounded a corner and aksed “What did you say to Gallus that made him so upset?” “GRYST!!! Where do you come from?” shouted Gilda in shock. “Well, I guess that’s one way to ask her… not exactly subtle though.” Sweetie Belle coming around after. “Well it beats tryin’a ‘bring it up herself through driving conversation that way’.” followed, both verbally and physically around the corner, the third one whos name Gilda had forgotten already… again. Sweetie Belle returned with “But that’s what you’re meant to do when asking somepony something so you seem interested in what they’re talking about and so you don't look impolite by doing… that!” “I don’t really care about being polite. She’s not.” Scootaloo said harshly. “He was just as annoyed as I was after talking with you.” “I wouldn’t say annoyed is the right word…” Gilda mocked, casually raising a claw and facing the open palm [what’s a bird claw palm called?] to the sky for emphasis. “Then what WOULD you say, hmm?” Scootaloo asked again. And it was a good question. What she would say is ‘I made him realise something really obvious’. But what she should say however was “None of your business, that’s what.” “What kind of answer is that?” “The one I gave you.” It wasn’t any of their concern. Well, besides being concerned about their friend. So it kinda was. But she had a feeling that Gullas wouldn’t want anyone to know about his crush on Oculus… or whatever her name was, at least not until he’d figured out the whole thing for himself. Incredulous conversation “Alright! Alright…” Gilda shouted, interrupted Scootaloo vaguely speciesist rant. “I told him I’m pretty sure Rainbow Dash had a thing for my when we went to school together so it wasn’t weird at all that Sandbar liked him and that that pony has to make the first move if he really does want you. Because if you’re wrong, you just come off looking gay.” While most of what she’d just said was utter bullshit, the last part was from personal experience. For something she’d come up with on the fly [same with the author], she’d worded it almost perfectly. Saying that Gallus had noticed it about Sandbar meant that they would bug him about it and not Gallus. Of course this could horribly backfire if it turned out Sandbar did have a thing for him… but what were the odds of that? Given her experience with the universe jerking her around, probably high. Wait, Gallus had said Sandbar liked Yoda right? Ok. She was safe on that front. “Rainbow Dash was the one who had a thing for you?” Scootaloo said in an accusatory tone. As if what she’d heard was the other way around. “Really? That’s what you took away from that?” Gilda scoffed. “You know… I’m actually starting to see why Rainbow would take you has a ‘sister’.” she said with air-quotes. “You’re clearly as smart as she is.” “Is that an insult or a compliment?” “If you have to ask…”