Comfort
Even though it was just barely six, the sun's glow had steadily lessened behind the massive hills and long stretched horizon. Its color had turned a reddish gold, its vast expanse draping the city of Canterlot in its raw comfort. The hot humidity of summer had given way to a light, refreshing breeze. Snails allowed for his eyes to close as the wind lightly caressed his sweaty pelt and stringy mane. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, offering for some respite against the blanket of silence that had fallen over the city.
The Princess had made a mandatory retirement date for a reason. It wasn't meant as a reward, but as a safety precaution to the older ponies in question. It was sad, but true, inevitable even. It was one of those 'major milestones' in a pony's life, like those tacky parties you'd get for your fiftieth birthday.
At that thought, the stallion kept his pace going. It wasn't that long of a walk to where he was going, but the short distance alone was enough to press on his aching legs. He had gotten stiff over the last few decades, so much so that it had begun to infringe on doing even the most basic of duties. What had been so simple and taken for granted had morphed into a herculean task that seemed to press harder and harder upon his frail form.
And yet, there was something calming about the slowness of his metamorphosis. The increasing folds of hide and skin that overlapped themselves were counted each and every week, with always one new one to add to the collection. His cutie mark had begun sagging, yet its image remained just as clear and crisp as ever.
Eventually, Snails had to stop. His creaky legs had forced a halt as he had trudged up the steady incline of a small hill. Shakily, the stallion allowed for his head to scoop downwards to examine his ill-fated legs.
He was far from being a narcissistic sort of pony, yet so much more often now Snails always found himself examining his own body with heightened interest. He did so now, his eyes darting to and fro as he scrutinized every solitary wrinkle and dimple of skin that was so displayed for his view.
He marveled at the sight of his pointed hooves, which were far smaller than expected for his tall, lean form. In his earlier days, his hide would encompass them tightly, so that even his hooves would retain that same, golden glow of his pelt. Now the skin looked much more akin to water, wavy and squishy to the touch.
For what seemed hours, Snails simply stared. Out of his own childish fascination he lifted his foreleg, and wiggled it slightly. It was marveling, really, to think that his brain was capable of moving such ancient limbs! All he needed was just one little command and voila! There his hooves would go! His complex machinery would go on for some time yet if it was still as responsive as this!
Yet it was rusting all the same.
Snails lifted each leg in turn, allowing for all four of his limbs to be tested for their strength and smoothness. All failed. It took some difficulty to balance on three legs, and every movement caused for a ripple of shivers to weave their ways across his body.
Cogs and gears crackled and moaned in protest, and for a split second, all seemed to shut down. Snails gasped as he felt his body stiffen, though only from the strain that he had inflicted upon it. He had experimented too much for his body's tastes, Spreading all four hooves to the sides of his torso, the stallion steadied himself, his concentration tightened.
For several moments, he stood there, unmoving. His eyes were clasped shut, and his ears had flattened themselves against his flaking scalp. There was nothing, nothing but the sensation of his working lungs and the air that passed through his flared nostrils.
"Sir, are you okay?"
Concentration was broken, and Snails' head snapped up to find himself looking face to face with two middle-aged looking stallions staring back at him. Both wore concerned expressions on their faces. The one that had spoken was the smaller of the two, with a bright golden coat and a light teal mane.
"Wh-What?" Snails stammered, eyes widened as if ripped from some unforeseen trance.
The larger of the two stallions stepped forward and craned his neck downwards. The pink glow from the waning sun tinted his sky blue pelt beautifully, along with the dull orange of his mane. "We just saw you standing there staring at your hooves and... well..." he faltered, as if embarrassed, and his partner took over.
"We were just hoping if you were alright, mister," the yellow stallion finished.
"Oh no, no... I'm fine." Snails let his aching body convulse in a final tremor before he forced himself to stand more steadily and raise his neck. The two ponies that had stopped at his side were both pegasi, he noticed. For Canterlot, to see even two of them was an unusual occurrence.
The two winged ponies both looked over him with some concern before the light blue one spoke back up. "We can help you to where you need to go... if you want..." he offered.
"Mm. Yeah. We can get you back home if you need it. It's no trouble," the other chimed in.
In truth, Snails was a little offended that they would so automatically consider him too helpless and infirm to even walk a partial distance on his own, but his appearance was probably the source of their doting concerns. If anything he was used to such treatment nowadays, what with everypony trotting on by to see if he 'needed help' with even the most mundane of activities and tasks.
After a moment, the elderly stallion just shook his head. "I appreciate the offer, really, but I'm not that far from where I gotta go. It's just a little farther down the road," he explained evenly, putting on the nicest of smiles that he could muster up.
"Wait a moment..." The smaller pegasus glanced at Snails' cutie mark, and a sudden grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "I recognize that mark! You're the unicorn that works at the petting zoo, aren't you?" he asked. His friend smiled as well, evidently realizing the same thing.
Snails winced slightly, though kept his composure. "Funny thing, actually... This was my last day. I'm retired now," he mumbled slowly. His spectacles slid down the bridge of his nose, and he allowed for a slight touch of magic to bring them back into their proper position.
"Really?" The taller of the two frowned a little, and his expression took on a more somber look. "That's a shame... Congratulations though, I mean..." he fumbled on his words, giving Snails the impression that the stallion wasn't really one for talking.
Thankfully the yellow pegasus came to his friend's rescue, and placed a hoof to his shoulder to quiet him down. "You may not remember us. I'm Penmanship." He gestured towards himself, and for a split second Snails caught sight of the unmistakable fountain tip pen that was pasted to the pony's flank.
"I'm Clock Work..." the larger stallion piped up. "We brought our daughter to the zoo a few years back when we, ah, first adopted."
"Mm. I remember... you were the one that scolded her when she tried pulling on one of the lamb's tails. Right before either of us even noticed," Penmanship added in.
Snails just stared at the two, his brow furrowed as he tried to recall some event that had obviously faded. Of course many couples had taken their foals to the zoo, and as such they all seemed to meld together. He shook his head finally. "M'sorry..." he murmured.
"No, no! It's fine, seriously." Penmanship nodded vigorously. "Not like it's a big deal or anything."
"I guess it isn't," Snails agreed slowly. He glanced over their heads to look at the sun's position, eyes widening upon the realization that he had squandered time. "Look, it's great seeing you all but I got an appointment to go to, if you don't mind," he sheepishly mumbled.
Without a second glance, the golden stallion forced himself to step forward and continue on. His floppy ears could catch the unmistakable snippets of worried conversation that the two pegasi shared, but it was ignored. He could see his destination.
It was a small building right along the front of the central point of the city, a humble little barbershop that was squashed between two massive apartment squares. It looked out of place, a tiny rock against boulders.
Outside of this building was a stout, elderly stallion. He was a portly thing, with stubby little legs and a pudgy face that had formed about his little wrinkles here and there. His light blue coat and orange mane bore a strikingly familiar contrast to Snails' own hues.
As Snails approached, the smaller unicorn looked up at him with an annoyed expression.
"You're late, Snails!" he accused.
Snails grimaced slightly. "Sorry, Snips... I told ya I'd be here later than usual. Big day and all." He shrugged.
Snips’ hardened frown softened a little, and he turned to the door of the little barbershop. "Well, you're here now. You had me really worried though, you know? Sometimes I keep wondering whether or not you might just topple over on that road," he rambled. His large buck tooth had stayed with him even through adulthood, and it had remained to be the source of his lisp.
Without even turning to face the door, Snips’ horn began to glow a yellowish gold and the doorknob of his little shop was turned open, pushing it aside to allow for Snails to go on ahead.
The inside of the barbershop was just as small as the outside, small in that only a few clients could be tended to at once. There were only two chairs that one could sit in for a shave and a haircut, though they were obviously worn. The upholstery that covered them was ripped and mangled, with little puffs of stuffing seeping from each and every crack.
The lighting was dim, yet was low in a way that felt homely to Snails. It was here that he could finally unwind for the day, to ease himself off of his aching hooves and allow for some other pony to take the reigns.
His small hooves tapped loudly against the buffered linoleum flooring as he went to his customary chair. It was the one on the left, the one that allowed for him to gaze out of the shop's single window. It was a lovely view, one that encompassed a mass of buildings in the Canterlot suburbs.
Without a word, the golden stallion settled down into his chair with a relaxed sigh and leaned back. His head rested against the lumpy cushion on the chair, and he could feel Snips working with the mechanism to allow for the seat to reel backwards. For now; there was no talking. There was only that warm sensation, that sense of complete and total trust that only his dear friend could provide.
Snails felt the chair being pulled back so that he was nearly laying down, and he tilted his chin back to expose the hollow of his throat. "How was your day?" he broke the silence as he felt a damp cloth press against his neck. "Was it good?"
"Oh, it was pretty average," Snips replied, as casual as ever. "It could have been better... but I still have about two months left to go. There's plenty of time to get some good days in then, right?" he chuckled.
"I suppose you're right..." Snails mumbled. He opened his eyes to look at the broad expanse of the ceiling, if only to give himself something to look at as Snips dabbed a fair amount of shaving cream onto his cheeks. "Any good customers?"
"Ehh... just the usual. Tiara's grandson came in to try me out." The blue unicorn tottered over to a small counter and pulled every drawer below open with a short burst of magic. "Said I was pretty good, but not as good as some of the other joints." he fished around in one of the drawers and pulled out a dull, clean knife. It's shiny surface seemed to glitter against the setting sun, reflecting light upon the eggshell white of the walls.
Snails scoffed, but couldn't help a smile. "Was her grandson as snooty as she was when we were in school?"
"Let's just say that the apple didn't fall too far from the tree."
The two shared a hearty laugh, and Snails closed his eyes once more as he felt the tip of a blade gently set itself upon his bristled neck. "Mm... Speaking of apples," he talked in a low voice, keeping his mouth closed to a slit as the knife trailed along his jawline. "Have ya heard anything from Applebloom recently?"
"Nada." Snips sighed. "Last time I heard from her was a few weeks ago, back when she was doing that big art showcase for somepony," he talked easily, more than aware that Snails was pretty much rendered mute as the knife trailed along his upper lip. "I saw her granddaughter yesterday. Cute kid, but I forgot the name. Something apple-related, probably." He pulled back the knife to examine his work thus-far, as well to give his friend a chance to speak.
Snails didn't say anything, preferring to just keep his eyes shut and chew over his friend's words. It wasn't a usual occurrence for him to be so silent, and the lack of conversation brought up alarm bells in Snips' head.
"Hey, Snails? You okay?"
The golden unicorn popped open an eyelid. "Hm? Oh. I'm fine, Snips. Fine."
"No, you're not. Is this about you retiring today?" Snips ventured. He stepped back over to his little counter to take up the damp washcloth, his magic gently levitating it over to press against the stallion's cheeks and neck.
"What do you think?" Snails asked, though not in an angry manner. The tall stallion had rarely, if ever gotten angry in his life. It was part of his 'special talent' to keep a level head, even if such grievous matters could still manage to worm their ways into his brain.
Even if the question was calm in its tone, Snips shrunk back. "Well... yeah Snails. I think that's what it is." he replied meekly. His ears were tilted backwards, and the fur on his neckline was slightly bristled in agitation. "You're supposed to be happy on your retirement day, you know?" he shook his head and took away the washcloth, having just had it motionlessly pressed against his friend's freckled cheek.
"It makes me feel old," Snails mumbled bluntly.
Snips couldn't help but laugh. "We are old," he corrected, using his magic to filter through his drawers before pulling out a small pair of scissors. They looked uncannily like his cutie mark. "Not like we can do much about it though. After all, how long have you known about your day? Scootaloo told me that she got a letter in the mail a few weeks before to remind her." He bent down to mess with the chair's machinery, grumbling to himself before the back was properly set upright. "Get your mane over your shoulders, won't you? Looks like you're due for a cut."
Snails allowed for his magic to shove his mane back so that it draped over the chair, his expression oddly stoic as he did so. "I'm not too old to work though! Why should there be a set day for me to leave if I can still do my job right?"
"Because then the government would make sense, and we can't have that, now can we?" Snips leaned over so that his friend could catch sight of his dramatic eye roll. "Besides... I'm sure there's a lot of fun stuff you can do now that you're out of the job, right?" he levitated the small scissors and set to work on the teal mane, snipping away at each little strand of long hair individually. Inefficient, yes, but it allowed for the two to have an excuse for a longer conversation.
The taller of the two was silent, unable to think of a sufficient reply. He looked down at his shriveled arms and wrinkly hooves that rested upon the arms of the chair. They looked so frail, so breakable, much like a cracked piece of glass that was ready to shatter.
They began to shake, those arms. Whether out of sudden despair or weakness, Snails didn't know. He could feel himself biting his lower lip, and from what seemed so far away could hear Snips' concerned baritone.
"Snails? You alright?"
Snips found it difficult to keep a firm grip on Snails' mane, more likely due to the fact that the stallion was completely shivering, "Are you cold? Here, I'll go turn the stove on and shut the window..."
Snails let his eyes clench shut as he heard Snips' hooves clack about on the flooring. A rumbling was heard as the stove was fired up, and the squeaking of the window pane as it slid down its frame. He could hear Snips trotting up to face him, and felt a hoof being gently placed on his shoulder, shaking him slowly.
"Come on, buddy. Snap out of it."
With a short sigh; the golden stallion allowed for his eyes to open once more, only to face the scrutinizing look of Snips' chubby face. "I-I'm alright... Honest," he mumbled. "I'm just, you know... worrying a little."
Snips raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "You? Worrying? That's new." he let his hoof linger on the stallion's shoulder before being brought down, slowly. "If anything; I'm the one who should be worrying. You're supposed to be the calm one!"
"R-Right..." Snails clasped his hooves together nervously, their bottoms rubbing against one another with a soft grating sound. "I'm sorry Snips, didn't mean to freak you out like that."
The smaller of the two didn't reply, instead preferring to take his former position with the scissors being brought into his magic once more. He brought his hoof up to take a small bit of the stallion's mane, all teal with just the slightest hint of ashen grey. He brought his instrument to it slowly, meditatively.
A blanket of silence fell over the two, with Snips barely concentrating on his work and Snails' eyes locked to the dirty windowpane. From the far-off distance, he thought that he could see the bare silhouettes of two flying pegasi.
"Hey, Snips?"
"Mm?"
Snails smiled slightly. "D'you remember that one time you gave Applebloom that love letter? You know, when we were kids?"
"I remember you telling me that it was written poetry, or something stupid like that," Snips scoffed. Had he been younger, he likely would have blushed from shame. Even in his adulthood the memory of trying to ask the little earth pony out was still burned into his mind. "And I was dumb enough to listen to you!"
"And she blew you off, I know," Snails finished.
"At least she got over it after a while," Snips muttered as he brought back his scissors to eye his handiwork. It was all pretty much done, all neatened and layered nicely. He couldn't help but beam at his mastery of the barbershop craft. "It took her about two years before she'd talk to me again."
The two shared a quiet laugh. By now the sun had already descended among the hills and valleys, making way for the bright full moon. Summer days were always short, short things. Luna seemed so eager to be utilizing her skills for so much extra time in the sultry months.
Neither pony moved for a few moments. Their breaths came softly, exhaling from open maws as they both gazed out the single window, with its glass tinted a dirty yellow and coated with a fine layer of dust.
Snails didn't need to be told that his session was over. Slowly; he slid out of the battered chair to the ground. The slapping of his hooves against the tiles broke the melancholic silence, and he turned to his friend.
"Snips?"
The pudgy teal unicorn set his tools down on the counter's edge, and offered a warm, questioning smile. Snails couldn't meet his eyes, and instead gazed down to the cracked tiles below.
"Can I stay over with you tonight? Like old times?" the orange stallion trembled, though was able to hold back the tears that threatened to bead the corners of his eyes.
Just like that; a pair of chubby arms found their ways across his thin neck. Snails watched as the smaller stallion had to raise himself on his hind legs to do so. It was an awkward position by appearance, yet to the two unicorns it was more than natural.
"Do you really have to ask?" Snips chuckled, and smiled as he felt his friend's long, lanky forelegs curl about his robust waist. "Come on now. I wouldn't be letting you go home by yourself if you're this messed up... Dear Celestia, I hope retirement doesn't throw me off as bad as this."
"Nah... It won't," Snails murmured as he pressed his snout against the stallion's mane.
Snips lightly pat his friend's back. "I got an idea..." he mumbled. "How about we go find the nearest bar, get drunk off our rumps and stumble back to my place for the night. Just like old times." he grinned. "Would that make you feel better?"
"I thought we had grown out of... 'that'," Snails muttered distastefully.
Snips pulled back from the hug and rolled his eyes. "Do you seriously believe that?" he asked. "Come on. It'll be fun! We can even get one of those little drinks with the umbrellas that you like so much, hm? What do you say?"
Snails looked at his friend and sighed. "I guess... If you really want, that is," he grumbled, though not without the faintest of smiles. "At least I can take pride in the fact that I was the one who grew up."
The smaller unicorn shrugged carelessly. "What do you expect from an old, unmarried bachelor anyway? Not like we were ever good looking enough to get any mares."
"Oh, I don't know," Snails replied with a shrug of his own, and an even wider, suggestive smile. "I think that you look just fine to me."
Snips smiled, but no other other words were exchanged between the two. There didn't need to be any, as the two had gone through such a ritual so many times before in the past. They left the barbershop with the biggest of grins on their aged faces, and they walked down the pathway even deeper into the depths of Canterlot.
Together.
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Looks good, really tried, and I'll read it later.
EDIT: Read it, very nice.
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I love this read later button. Really useful for people who need to procrastinate to procrastinate.
I wonder if they've gotten any smarter. I shall be back soon.
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SNIPS AND SNAILS SHIPPING?
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Exhausted... To the read later list...
Nice story. Very cute, sweet, and makes me think about when I get old.
Awesome job!
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Why thank you~ It looks like everything is going...
Exactly as planned
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The boss is pretty much the epitome of pointless characters, but goddammit; I wanted a stallion with a fruity cutie mark that makes weird moves on his employees! It fits the theme... at least. Kinda.
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And again.
To clarify; this is a sort of unofficial sequel to "Dinner" in that I wanted to focus on how aging isn't a bad thing. It's inevitable, but it isn't something to be feared so long as you have warm connections to help you through it. I wanted it to be happy... kinda. The only sadness I see is that even at old age, Snips and Snails are still reluctant about the prospect of a relationship... but that's my own interpretation.
I actually really adore Snips and Snails... they're such underrated characters in that there's so much potential for them once they 'grow up'.
I love comments like yours. Hearing someone else's interpretation of my work always makes a crappy day better. Thanks for that c:
Physical disabilities with age seem daunting for many, but I don't think I'd mind much as long as I kept my mental state. I'm lazy enough as it is, and actually having an excuse would be pretty neat. Then again, I guess it depends on the seriousness of it, the way you described the shaking was quite scary- do not want. Still, Alzheimers sounds worse for me. Just my young opinion on an old matter, too much time left (hopefully) to worry about.
Don't have much else to say, I usually avoid sadfics in general when concerning characters from the show- I don't like the thought of them ageing and coming closer to the end- but actually giving the characters a personality and relationship was much better than their continued purpose of being idiots.
This story is now canon in my mind.
Very unique and touching!
620991 Now Snails is no longer foreveralone.jpg on that big shipping chart! :D
A wonderful read, especially for Snips and Snails fans who don't even like to ship them. You may have my cold, bloodies, severed thumbs.
This fic is beautiful... and I hope that Snips and Snails, even after so many years, decide to settle down with each other.
I may just be thick, but I wouldn't even see any kind of shipping aspect to this if it hadn't been made explicit by the tags. It seems to be a story about growing old, and friendship. Well-written, and mildly bittersweet.
This is kind of sad, but it was very well written. Great job!
Well I have no idea how this is going to turn out though the story is very well put together. I like that parts the keep hinting at Snail old age even though he doesn't seem to admit it to himself that he is old. From just this first glance it looks like to be about two friends reminiscing on their past lives and expect that despite the hardship of their lives they still have each others as friend and can smile, not be with each other romantically.
Truly what I thought from the romance tag that they would be thinking of their past romances in the younger days and how they didn't ended as they expected it to be. Though it is not exactly hinted at yet in the story, only reason why I'm thinking of it at all is cause of the comments below and I kind of hoping it doesn't.
For the time being I love the writing and will continue to read but I do have my standards and if it turns out to be what I think it is that is when I will stop. You may call them selfish or not but I am willing to admit the story has some great writing it is 'just not my cup of tea' in a way to put it for what I was expecting and wanting to read is all.
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Naw, this isn't going to continue. This was just a short story to act as a double bill with my "Dinner" piece. I did put in several references throughout that are meant to imply the current state of Snips and Snails' relationship. They're 'together', but in the sense that they feel inadequate when it comes to courting mares. They've never truly accepted the fact that they were in love with one another. I was strived for a subtle, underling theme regarding homosexuality in general.
The pegasi couple is meant to represent the potential that their relationship could have had. Their color schemes are a reflection of Snips and Snails', and they're seen near the end of the tale when Snails is having his mane cut, as a symbol of a sort of angelic tranquility that awaits them in the very near future.
I appreciate you taking the time to read.
It does mean quite a lot to me, even if this is probably some of my worst work. Near the end I literally had to force myself to write the rest. 
A very sweet, nice story. And although Snip and Snails have missed out on a classic relationship, I think they're happy with what they have.
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This was....a beautiful story. I nearly cried. I'm not much for M/M shipping, but gosh darn this is beautiful. Now look, you made me cry over something I generally avoid.
Well done.
I ever stand in awe, though I notice with shame I never gave a comment here.
Beautiful. Touching. Moving. And heartbreaking. The ennui and fatigue of a long life dragging through the hammerblow-ticks of a day that means more than most in a job that is not really that much of a career. And then the second chapter... to meet what you could have been, long, long ago. Those two pegasi are both cruel and kind all at once. That they exist is a slap in the face, mocking things that never were. But they're also something more, an assurance that love lives, even in pairs often thought impossible. Also, the little thing about adotion and family activities was a sweet little touch.
Ol' Snips and Snails. The ship I call Puppy Dog Tails. Finally, I think, they see what they've always meant to one another.
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I love getting comments like this.
I love it when people manage to point out things that I never really noticed myself while writing, in this case the subject of careers. I guess I never realized it myself, but Snips and Snails aren't really that 'important' in society. They're the everyday men, the kinds of folk that no one really notices or cares about...
Kinda makes it all just a bit more tragic, even accentuated by the two pegasi that, by their names alone, seem to have much more successful careers. I never even noticed that... dang.
Thanks for taking the time to write all that.
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Yea. They're important to themselves, and one another. But they have a... strange sort of import to others. Imagine if someone you see all the time in a casual capacity vanished. It's... jarring. It breaks the routine. Even the unimportant hold some portion of meaning in some small context. It might not shock and dismay as much as if a close confidante had vanished, but there's still something. That the pegasi remember the old man so well is a testament to that. Maybe he's not all that unimportant after all.
Meh, the sadness from growing up is the worst kind of sadness.
Wow, just wow! A great story! Never really thought about snails cutie mark being about taking time to look over his work carefully, and I can't believe I never thought of snips being a barber. Loved how this story is just a nice short story instead of an in depth and long novel like some, but it still makes you feel for snails. Great job with this, a like and favorite from me, which is defiantly deserved here.
A great story. I think it needs a Sad tag, though. Snips and Snails could've had so much...
I'm surprised Snails didn't get more flustered when those two pegasi talked to him. Lonely ol' boy. 
You get a like and a fav.
Beautifully written. I don't think it really needs the Romance tag, though.
Nice view of the future. Often we see grown-up foals being epic, or completelly miserable. You put Snips and Snails in the middle. Everyday stallions, and still wrote a great, moving tale. Well done