“Stop. Struggling.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“Vinyl, this is for your own good.”
“Still don’t wanna.”
“That does not make it any less necessary.”
“Well, shut up, Tavi.”
“Yes, quite mature, Vi-oh no you don’t.”
“Watch the shades!”
“You have eighteen pairs of those in your room, Vinyl. Breaking one set is hardly my concern tonight.”
“Yeah, you should totally be worrying about your concert. You know, the whole ‘performing for royalty’ thing can put ponies off sometimes. Maybe you should go and tune your cello again.”
“My cello is in near-perfect condition, thank you, and even if you have detuned it, Vinyl, it is nothing that a quick retune at the concert hall won’t fix. Now hold still!”
“You’re my best friend, Octy. Would you really do this to me?”
“Yes. Hold still so I can catch you.”
“Like I’m gonna do that-gah!”
“Serves you right, Vinyl.”
“Tavi, you’re –cough- choking me!”
“Hush.”
“Tavi, no. Octy, please don’t do this to me. Octavia, please, no no nonono!”
“Oh, do shut up, Vinyl.”
“I’m melting!”
“It’s just water, Vinyl.”
“Meeelting!”
“Is it so bad that I would want you to look better than your usual club attire, Vinyl?”
“It is when you get soap in my eyes!”
“Vinyl, there is nothing that the soap can do to your eyes.”
“It’s the principle of the thing. OW! Octy, don’t pull so hard!”
“Honestly, Vinyl, when was the last time you brushed your mane?”
“Um...”
“I thought so.”
“OW!”
“Vinyl, your club-goers may like to smell your sweat, but the opera house does demand a certain level of cleanliness. We go through this every time you come to a performance.”
“It’s ‘cause you’re doing serious damage to my reputation, Octy!”
“Honestly, your ‘rep’ would actually improve if you took a bath every now and again.”
“But I’m blind!”
“Not an excuse, Vinyl. You’ve lived here since we left the orphanage. You know where the bath is.”
“You could at least be a little gentler with the soap.”
“You have what appears to be eight weeks of grime and sweat and...is that glow paint? In your coat. Scrubbing is required.”
“oh yeah, that was a wild party. How’s my dye looking?”
“Still strong, Vinyl. I’ll redo it next week.”
“Well, I guess we’re done, so I can get out now right? Cool.”
“Vinyl, get back here! I was nowhere near done!”
“But look at the time!”
“You’re blind! That doesn’t even work with you! We’ve still got two hours before we even have to leave here!”
“Well, uh, your mom!”
“Quite mature, Vinyl. Get back into the bathroom.”
“Make me. Oh, horseapples.”
“You asked for this, Vinyl.”
“Help.”
****Time****
“There, now isn’t that much better?”
“Did you have to use the fruit-scented stuff?”
“Would you prefer that I dyed your mane pink?”
“Fruit’s good. I like fruit.”
“That’s what I thought. You know where your seat is?”
“Usual place, right?”
“Yes. Just try not to annoy every single noble near you this time, please?”
“No promises.”