It was a short walk to carousel boutique, and Mischief and Rarity talked on the way there, which both of them enjoyed. It was pleasant conversation. Rarity and Mischief were there before they knew it.
"So Mischief, do you remember how you arrived in Equestria?"
"I'm not completely sure, anything besides the most important things are kind of...blurry."
"Do you remember a profession? A special talent? I couldn't help but notice that you don't have your cutie mark," Rarity said, not sure if he would be offended or not. Mischief was confused. What in the world was a cutie mark? He decided to ask.
"What's a cutie mark?" Rarity was shocked, everypony knew what a cutie mark was. Well, he did have memory loss, but that still didn't explain why he didn't have his. He looked his late teens, and should have gotten it as a colt. She thought it rude to investigate, so she simply answered his question.
" A cutie mark is a symbol on a ponies flank that only appears when they find the one thing they cannot be outshined at." It might not have been the perfect explanation, but given the circumstances, it would suffice, Rarity thought. He doesn't need to know he should have gotten his a long time ago. it wouldn't be polite to insult him.
"So, these marks are like tramp stamp tatoos?" Mischief was wondering why ponies had to wait until they do something special to get one. Maybe the age system is screwed up here or something, he thought to himself.
"Pardon me Mischief, but did you say tramp stamp? I don't understand what you mean," Rarity was puzzled. She was fearing for his mental stability, but thought to explore it, "What is a tramp stamp?"
"They're ink pictures put onto a girl's back, right above the...never mind," Mischief knew he needed to change the subject before it got as awkward as that time Cole got his foot stuck in a noose above the school. Of course it was Kiana who put it on his leg and pushed him off the roof, but he blamed Cole for everything.
"So, what's your mark?" Mischief asked.
"It's a dipiction of three diamonds." Rarity replied.
"That's cool. I wonder if I ge/" Mischief started, but he was cut off.
"Here we are! the regal carousel boutique," Rarity said pointing with her fore-hoof to her house/workplace.
The sun was shining brightly, and the light bounced off the boutique to make it look indeed regal. Mischief was amazed.
"Welcome, make yourself at home. First things first though. We must get you out of that hospital robe and into some real clothes. Come with me Mischief. Mischief looked down and realized he was wearing a hospital robe. "coming," he said. Rarity led him to her workroom. She told him to stand on the podium, and she took his measurements. After a few hours Rarity had made him his own line of clothes, and a suit. Before they left she cleaned his mane, and he used the shower to clean his coat. He looked like a new stallion when he got out. He saw some assorted stallions' clothes. None really caught his eye, except a pair of red shoes, which reminded him of his old sneakers. He put them on, and went to the next room where Rarity was waiting patiently.
"There. You look absolutely gallant!" The white mare exclaimed. She then showed him the guest room where he would be staying, only to be surprised by Sweetie Belle, and her friends were jumping around and giggling.
"I thought you said you only had one sister?" Mischief asked a little confused.
"I do only have one sister, Sweetie Belle. She is the white one. Scootaloo and Applebloom there are her friends. I'm sorry Mischief, but they are quite a handful."
"It's fine. I love kids," Mischief said with a smile.
"Hi Rarity!" the three said together in a happy shout.
"Hello girls," she said with a hint of exhaustion. Mischief couldn't think of why she'd be worried about the fillies. Although, he didn't like the vibe he got from the orange one.
"This is Mischief Max, Sweetie, He will be staying with us for a while. Say hello"
"Hello Mischief."
"Hello Sweetie. What are you doing?"
"We're crusading!" Her eyes were already widening along with her friends. In unison they chanted, "We...are the Cutie Mark Crusaders!! Yay!!
"Hey! he doesn't have a cutie mark!" Scootaloo was now talking and pointing at Mischief's flank.
"Hey! Yer' right scootaloo!" Applebloom exclaimed as well.
"Hey! You could join our club!" Sweetie Belle was talking to both Mischief and the Crusaders.
"I will let you get settled in Mischief, if you need anything do not be afraid to ask. I will be downstairs," and with that Rarity walked out. Not wanting to get involved with the Crusaders.
"Ah don't know Sweetie Belle, He's a bit old to be a Crusader doncha' think?" Applebloom was puzzled. Scootaloo seemed indifferent, and Sweetie belle took them aside and discussed the idea with them. Mischief could only make out a few words like "blank flank" "chicken" and "he's really cool!" he wasn't sure if they were talking about him or if they were fighting. After a couple minutes their triangle disbanded, and they came back to Mischief.
"We decided, we really want you to join the Cutie Mark Crusaders!" They said together, smiles all around.
"Hmmm," Mischief said, pondering his choices. "I'll join, on two conditions. One, you help me get a mark."
"Okay!"
"And two. Don't tell Rarity. She'll be jealous," he said with a sly wink and grin.
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