“Hey, hey, take it easy! You trying to disjoint my leg or something?”

Thistle breathed heavily as she stopped dragging Blue Fang out of the restaurant, coming to a halt at a fountain. “Sorry… I think we’re finally a good distance.”

“Alright, look, what’s the big idea? What do you have against Ky?”

“Listen, Blue, I…” Thistle trailed off for a few moments. “I’m… I’m worried.”

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Mitchell snuck around the back of the infirmary, looking around. He rounded the corner, before noticing the ling he was looking for. Stinger, who’s face immediately lit up upon seeing the changeling.

“Mitchy!” Stinger said, galloping over and hugging him.

Mitchell grunted, but smiled. “Heheh, hey.” He nuzzled Stinger lovingly. “Were you followed?”

Stinger shook his head. “You?”

“Nope.” He smiled, kissing Stinger’s cheek. “We got entire night to ourselves~”

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“Hey! Blue!”

“Thistle?” Blue Fang looked up. “What are you doing here?”

“Nothing really. Mitchell and Midnight are just chatting about, so I came to see what you were doing.”

“Ah… well, honestly, I could use a bit of company,” Blue Fang responded as he laid back a bit.

A moment of silence occurred. “…Where’s Kydra at?”

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“There you are, Thistle. We’be been wondering where you ran off to.”

Thistle turned around and watched as Mitchell trotted up to her and sat down next to her on the balcony, underneath the glistening moonlight. “Is something the matter…?”

The pink changeling glanced over. “With what, me? Oh no, nothing’s really… wrong, per say. I mean…” she sighed heavily.

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A reformed changeling stepped out of a bar at the end of his shift, looking up at the evening sky as he took another shot of cider. He swallowed and chuckled bitterly.

“Still miss you, little sister…”

Another changeling, a pink one with a pink mane tied in a braid, walked up to him. “…Hey.”

“Hm?” He turned to face her. “Hello? Do I know you?”

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“Hey, Thistle! Thistle!”

Thistle looked up to see Mitchell running over to her, a huge grin plastered on his face. “Mitchell? The hay is going on? Where have you been?”

“I’ll explain that later, you are not gonna believe who showed up in my bedroom last night.”

The pink changeling arched a brow. “Huh? Mitchell, who are you talking abou—”

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Thistle walked out as soon as Stinger and Mitchell left the scene. That was something… she thought, still not being able to shake off the sight of Mitchell kissing the other changeling.

She didn’t have a problem with it, really. But how long have those two been… well, a thing? And how was she supposed to explain this to Midnight?

“Thistle?”

Speak of the devil.

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“I like what they’ve done with this place. Everyone looks so… different,” Midnight mused as she wandered around the changeling hive. “…has it really been this long since the explosion?”

“Believe it or not, it really has been six years,” Mitchell answered with a chuckle.

“Yeah… six whole years,” Thistle murmured monotonously.

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“Alright, Blue… so how do you feel?”

Blue swallowed his bite of steak and took a sip of his cider. “Pretty good! Been quite a while since I’ve been to the Canterlot city. I had no idea the food was this damn good.”

“Heh… I’m glad.”

“Well, thanks for the idea to come here, Thistle. I honestly kinda needed a break after another day of organizing the broom closet.”

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I’m tired of keeping this a damn secret.

Thistle was waiting a good distance outside Kydra’s den, where she heard the muffled voices of her and Blue. As soon as the two of them were done talking, she would go in there, confront Ky all about this, then—

“No! Stay!”

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“What’s up guys? I’m back.”

“What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.”

“Death is a social construct.”

“Ready?”

“Mhm!” *Wags tail*

“Okay! Fetch!” *tosses ball*

*Runs off to fetch it*

*The ball rolls over to Hive, Flutterwings, Mitchell, and Thistle*

“Hm?”

*Grabs ball in his mouth*

“Uh... what are you doing?”

“Phaying fe’sh wit Zenny!” *runs off*

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