“I just found a place where they make the best eclairs.”

“Ooh, really? Where is it?”

“Not too far from here! We just need to cross that bridge over there!”

“A… bridge? Um… which bridge?”

“That large one a couple feet away from us. I know there’s quite a few bridges in Ponyville, but—”

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“…you okay there, Bezzy? Are you not that hungry?”

She looked up. “Er… I’m alright, Dante. What about you? Are you having a good time at least?”

Dante swallowed his bite of eclair. “The best! I’ve never had this much fun of a weekend since… well, I don’t even know!”

Undead Bez smiled at him; that was all that mattered to her. “Heh… glad to hear. You think we take the rest of this home?”

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Dante lay in the hospital bed, breathing shakily as his CPAP mask helped him just bring air into his lungs. He really didn’t know how much longer he had to stay here. “...damn it…”

He was… kind of scared.

The slow rise and fall of his chest was the only thing keeping him sane at this point. Even though he thought his ribs would be completely crushed, the only thing he was having to worry about so far was his lungs...somehow, his ribs turned out alright. 

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“Geez, it’s dark out here… how long have we been in there for?”

Undead Bez followed Dante, holding her head with a hoof. “I don’t really wanna think about it, honestly. I just wanna get the buck home…”

“Yeah… me too… besides, it’s kinda creepy out here.”

Undead Bez froze upon seeing the old bridge that crossed the river.

“…What?”

“Nothing! Can you… go first?”

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Undead Bez opened her eyes, pushing her tangled mane out of her face and sitting up. Dante was right by her side, presumably having been watching her the whole time.

She blinked, blushing a bit. “Oh, hey… what are you doing?”

Dante blinked his bright red eyes, and as he realized what a trance he’d been in, his face began to glow the same color. “O-Oh, ehm….”

“…How’s your leg doing?”

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We decided to make more of these two.

“…and here is my condo!”

Undead Bez trotted in, taking a moment to gaze around the room. “Woah… it’s nice in here.”

“It’s a shared space. Luckily my bros won’t be home until maybe tomorrow. They’re out partying. Without me. Again.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. 

“…why do they do that?”

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“Thanks for bringing me to the apartment, Bezzy… I don’t think I’d make back it in even a year.”

“It’s no problem, buddy...” she responded, in the midst of wrapping up Dante’s back leg; the one he scratched against the wooden boards when he nearly fell through the bridge.

“…Are you still upset?”

“About what?”

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Undead Bez and Dante sat under a tree, the latter eating a box of Pocky Sticks. Strawberry-flavored ones.

“Me and Bezzy always had a bad history with Pocky Sticks, ya know that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Long story, but it involved two changelings and a phone…”

“…Dante?”

The taller changeling looked over with a canted brow, sitting up and rubbing his head. 

“Hey… how are you feeling?”

“I-I guess I’m alright…Wha…what happened…?”

“It’s kinda hard to explain. You had some sort of panic attack…”

“O-Oh…oh no…”

Undead Bez bit her lip, afraid she might have said something wrong. “W-What?”

“I-It happened, didn’t it…? W-Where’s my gun?” He began frantically patting himself down. 

“Gun? Oh… did you leave it at the table?”

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“Hey Dante, I’m finally back! Are you home?”

Undead Bez was met with a muffled, booming sound, presumably from Dante’s studio.

“…Huh. What’s he up to?” She inquired aloud, stepping closer to the source of the bass heavy music. Should I knock? Would he even hear me? she wondered as she reached the door to the studio.

“Yo!” A voice answered, as the music stopped. 

“…Huh. That was easy.”

“Who’s there?”

“Hey, Raspberry.”

“Licious!”

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A collab with Griff. Enjoy.

Dante grunted as he tumbled through the double doors of the frozen yogurt shop, avoiding the swarm of paparazzi outside. His peer followed in immediately after, pushing through the doors and breathing heavily.

“What was that all about?”

“...me, actually...my fans’re crazy. I’d better be lucky they didn’t go for the glasses.” Dante grinned victoriously, flicking his shuttered glasses.

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“So uh… remind me why are we out here here again?” Dante bit his lip as he looked at his surroundings. The two of them were on top of a large hill in the middle of the night. “It’s… kinda creepy.”

Undead Bez put a foreleg around him. “Relax, dude, it’s alright,” she said. “This’ll only take a few seconds.”

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“So you two have been a thing for how long?”

“A while actually!”

“Hm, where’d you get that outfit? Looks good on you!”

“Heheh, thanks.”

“You two are certainly hitting it off, eh?”

“Heh… pretty much.”

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“I can’t believe I’m this much in debt,” Griff sighed, eyes widened as he looked down at the bistro table. He had successfully paid for Dante’s hospital bill a few weeks ago, but was most definitely struggling now. He was so out of it switching back and forth between jobs that he had three-day-old clown makeup on his face from that gig at the circus. 

“Hey, kid! Wait up!” a voice from outside exclaimed.

“…who’s that?”  He lifted himself up to look outside. 

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“Finally! I’ve been wanting some Olive Garden for weeks. How’re you feeling, Bezzy?”

“Pretty good…” she looked at the young zombie nymph sitting next to her. Dante smiled softly. 

“Aaaand what about you, scoundrel?”

Zombiewings took a sip of her drink. “…I’ll take it.” he gave a supportive grin and nod, patting her on the head before focusing on his slice of lasagna. 

Undead Bez took another bite of her spaghetti. She could barely recall eating at a restaurant like this.

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