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// Living for The Chase 
// Story: For Old Times' Sake 
// by fic Write Off 
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"I thought we agreed to keep the chaos around the castle to a minimum."

Discord glanced back at Celestia for only a moment before going back to his show. He was sitting in the statue garden, his rump resting on the pedestal that had been his home for centuries. He was a stationary center to the party that had overtaken the statues. They were alive, dancing as if in a disco as silent laughter escape their lips. 

They all seemed to be having far more fun than Discord. 

"And what are you going to do about it? Talk to me?" Discord quipped. 

Celestia moved up beside him. "That was my intention. Were you expecting me to do something else?"

"Expecting, no.” Discord stood up on the pedestal, stretching and popping his back. “Was I maybe hoping you'd come out here, screaming your head off?” His head rolled off his shoulders, and he rolled around his arms, chest, and back like a basketball. He then scooped it up his melon in his claw and paw, jumped a little, and shot it into the air. The perfect arc landed it admist the dancing statues, who began to bounce it around like a beach volley ball. “Did I maybe hope you’d try to skewer me with a few spells while I flew away? Maybe.”

Celestia’s eyes followed Discord’s head as it continued to bounce back and forth between the statues. “Things change Discord. We are not enemies anymore. You are an ally to the kingdom, a friend."

"Ah, but that is the problem Celestia," Discord said, tapping his nose with his mustache. The statues’ party ended. One of them tossed Discord’s head back to his body, and soon the garden was back to it’s orderly norm. "When you make friends out of all your enemies, then that means you're out of enemies to torment." He floated towards her, circly her once before letting his paw hang across her shoulder. “I miss the old chase. Sure, the last two times I lost I ended up wearing a stone suit, but it sure was fun while it lasted. I'd even slip back into that horribly itchy attire for the thrill of the old chase."

"All you need is time to find other ways to entertain yourself," Celestia said, trying to console the moping draconequus. "How about we... get lunch? lt might be nice to sit and talk over a meal."

"That's sweet of you to offer, Celestia. And look, you were kind enough to bring it with you." Discord snapped his fingers, producing a takeout box filled with what appeared to be pink, green, & blue chow mien. = He then spun his claw, producing a long, white, cylindrical object with spirals about its circumferences. Celestia started at him a second, wondering what his meal seemed so familiar. 

Celestia then, in a flash, raised a hoof to her head, feeling only smooth fur where her horn and mane should have been. She opened her mouth to say something, to ask Discord to return it, but the words were killed on her tongue by a resounding snap. Discord split her horn in two and balanced the haves delicately in his claws, using them as chopsticks.

"Discord!"

Celestia shout was heard across the castle, and it was promptly followed by Discord's laugh as the age old chase began anew. He flew ahead of her, always staying out of reach as he continued to use his horn chopsticks. All the while he taunted and teased, causing Celestia's rage to only grow.

"See, Celestia," he shouted before slurping up a bit more of his chow-mane. "Isn't this so much better? No, come on, shout at me just like you used to!"

"Discord!"

“Oh, you better hurry. I’m getting to my main course.” Discord let the chow-mane fall from his paw and splat against Celestia’s face. He then drew out another take out box. He popped it open, and sniffed at as licking his lips. “Ah, liver and onion dumplings with a skunk spray glaze and a pinch of garlic. Not only will this make my breath flavorful, your horn is going to reek of it for a week. Unless, of course, you give me a good shout. Come on Celestia, let me hear you scream!”

"DISCORD!" the sun princess bellowed in the Royal Canterlot Voice.

"Ah, the nostalgia,” Discord mused as he took a dumpling up in the chopsticks. “Who says old times have to die.”