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// Atmosphere 
// Story: Amereep's Anthology of Flashfics 
// by Amereep 
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"Come on, Twilight.  I said I was sorry."

Twilight's face stays deadpan on the book she reads while sitting on the wooden stool.  

"Did you hear me?" Spike asks for his unreplied apology.

Twilight lifts the book up to eye level in her aura, practically buried within its pages.

Spike starts to feel the anxiety swirling inside himself, worried at the fact that he was unheard once again.  Despite the close proximity, Spike never felt more farther from her.  If only he could get a better look at her face to get a sense that he's reaching her.

Spike stretches his neck to see her expression, but Twilight shifts in her seat, blocking his attempt.

"So I goofed up." Spike tries to soften the issue, "It isn't that-" he quivers upon seeing Twilight leering at him. Peering over the hardcover wall that she constructed to keep his distance from her.