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// Dictionary - Vexy 
// Story: SpikeDash Group Collab 
// by Vexy 
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Please… my lungs…" Spike gasped. "Tell Twilight I love her."

Rainbow Dash got up and brushed herself down, rolling her eyes. "You aren't banged up that bad, champ. Suck it up.

Spike groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, whimpering against the floorboards. "Why would you do this, Rainbow? You do this every time."

"Pfft, it's not every—"

"You've crashlanded on me five times this week now!" he groaned. "I infer you want another book?"

"Hay yeah! Just returning these babies, and I'm ready to take out some more." Rainbow grinned and scanned the shelves. "What've you got for me? Have you got another Sherlock Pones? Or maybe Artemis Foal? Or some other book with a really bad pony pun?"

Spike got up from the floor and snickered. "Man, you are such an poindexter, Rainbow."

She tilted her head at him. "Say what now?"

"Er," Spike shook his head a few times. "Just lemme identify those books and I'll put them back where they correspond."

Rainbow Dash raised her eyebrow but handed over the books. "Spike, you feeling okay? I didn't hit you too hard, did I?"

"Nah, I feel excellent. Exceptional, wonderful!" he chirped, walking over to the bookcase.

"Are you hearing yourself?"

Placing the book on the bookshelf, Spike looked over his shoulder and gave her a questioning look. "Care to elaborate?"

"What's with all the weird words?" she asked. 

"I can't comprehend what you're insinuating," Spike said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully.

"You sound like a dictionary," Dash murmured.

Of course now, thanks to Twilight, she really liked books. Like, really liked books.

So they made out.


The End.