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// Frivolous - matcha cheesecake 
// Story: Pink Diamonds: A RariPie Prompt Tag Collab 
// by Starlight Shadow 
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~By matcha cheesecake~


I feel a wave of anger crash every time I think of that word. Sure, it ebbs almost right away but it still dampens my mood to a 65.

Rarity is at a 40, and still dropping.

She's sobbing on the floor, still in her sticky, cake-ified dress. I talk over her sobs about how much un-fun I had in the Grand Galloping Gala, playing up the funnier-on-hindsight parts and sprinkling in a lot of side jokes. She eventually stops crying, sits up, and looks me in the eye.

She’s stuck at 22. But at least it stopped going down.

“So this is how it feels to have one’s hopes in such heights, and then helplessly watch everything go down in flames.”

“There are a lot of other ponies out there, Rarity.”

“Well, yes. But, yes, they are other ponies. Not Him.”

Frivolous.

Of course nopony’s feelings are frivolous, no matter what they are, but the word won’t leave me alone. I mentally buck myself for letting it worm its way to my brain.

59.

“Does it really have to be Him?”

“Yes!” she answers too quickly. 31. So talking about Him is good? I frown at that, but not with my face.

53.

“Even after being a complete un-gentleman, insulting your friends, and treating you so horribly with icing on top?”

She hesitates. “...It must be an off-day.” She looks away. 34.

“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s my job.”

49. My mane droops ever so slightly. Ponyfeathers.

“Ridiculous? Ridiculous?! Do you even know how it’s like if everything you’ve ever wanted, that pony of your dreams, turned out to be such a brute who would not give even a single flying feather of thought your way, let alone care about your feelings?”

“Of course I know that feeling so well. I live with it everyday! But I don’t let my fantasies get in the way of how things really are, do I?”

We stare each other down, nostrils flaring, breathing heavily. Our words hung between us like a thick wall of fog. We can’t seem to see each other, even if we try.

Rarity slumps to the floor. She fluctuates so much, I can’t get a good read of her mood.

I am at a 40, and still dropping.