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// Worst Days/Best Days 
// Story: Proximity 
// by paperhearts 
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Ocellus sneezed into her soup.

It was gross.

She wiped at her snout, having a minor panic attack until she realised that the lumps of green floating in the soup was the uncooked broccoli.  For the very first time she found herself thankful that Smolder couldn't cook to save her life.

She sneezed again.  She inspected the soup again.

What. A. Day.

They were supposed to have gone to the museum first thing, but a freak thunderstorm had damaged the roof and forced it to close.  The same thunderstorm that had drenched them from horn to tail in icy, unforgiving rain the moment they had stepped outside.

They were supposed to have had lunch at that cute and glamorous café on Saltlick Lane, but Smolder had forgotten to make a reservation.  Instead, Ocellus had watched Smolder arguing with the staff about a fictitious booking they had supposedly failed to record.  They ended up eating some takeout arancini con funghi in the park.  In the rain.

They were supposed to have gone dancing in the afternoon, but Smolder had twisted her ankle trying to copy some elaborate professional move two minutes in. They were supposed to have gone to the theatre in Canterlot that evening, but Ocellus had accidentally dropped the tickets out the window of the train.

Smolder had forgotten to buy the tickets for the train, so of course they were fined for that.

They were supposed to have curled up with a nice book and a warm duvet that night, but Ocellus was feeling so sick by then that Smolder had to nurse her instead.  That included wrapping herself around Ocellus and accidentally stabbing her with her horns.

Ocellus sneezed again.  Then she looked down at Smolder, still coiled around her body and still snoring.

What a wonderful, perfect day.