Roommate Woes
“What’s it like to have a griffon for a roommate, anyway?” Frosty abruptly asked.
Sandbar glanced up from his lunch, caught off guard by the question. He looked at the expectant earth pony for a moment, conscious of how long that moment was rapidly becoming, as he hurriedly sought some kind of response. “What…what makes you think it’s any different from a pony roommate?” he finally asked.
Frosty shrugged his greyish magenta shoulders. “I dunno, I guess the fact he’s a griffon and not a pony?” he said it in a perfectly innocuous tone, a genuine attempt to answer Sandbar’s counter. He still looked expectantly at Sandbar though.
Sandbar knew that look. He and Frosty were what Silverstream had once dubbed as “acquaintances,” as they didn’t associate one-on-one all that often, but both being locals, they had known each other for many years. They had even both attended the same primary school, even though Frosty was a year older and thereby had always been a class level higher than him, at least until they came to the School of Friendship (which they had both shared a laugh over how they were in the same school yet again). So Sandbar had learned long ago that the look Frosty was giving him now was one that meant Frosty wasn’t going to be dissuaded from getting an answer too easily.
“Well…you know…good and all,” Sandbar responded without going into too much detail. “I mean, Gallus and I are friends and all.”
“Which is all well and good,” Frosty said with a grin. He shrugged again. “I just was wondering though. Because, you know, my roommate? He’s a great guy and all too, but he does drive me up the wall sometimes all the little annoying things he does. Especially some of the messes he leaves in our dorm.” He shuddered. “I never knew a pegasus could shed so many feathers in a week and still have plenty more where those came from.” He chuckled though and glanced back at Sandbar. “So I was just wondering if you ever had the same sort of problems.”
Sandbar glanced around sheepishly, glad that the girls had roped Gallus into helping them with a school project this afternoon and couldn’t join them for lunch. “Well…I suppose there is some culture clash between me and Gallus, occasionally,” he admitted quietly, afraid of being overheard. He didn’t want this getting taken out of context. “But we’re both cool with it.”
“Oh c’mon, there’s gotta be something he does that bugs you at least occasionally,” Frosty prompted. “Roommates are like siblings, after all. You still love them to death, but there are still times when you want to throw them out a window, am I right?”
Sandbar had a vision of his own baby sister getting thrown out a window pop unbidden into his mind and he shuddered. “Well…I don’t know about the throwing them out a window bit,” he admitted, biting his lip. He had another thought. “Besides, Gallus can fly. So what good would that do?”
Frosty shook his head in good-humor, ruffling his not-quite pure white mane. “You’re so good-natured, Sandbar,” he said with a grin. “Of course you wouldn’t even stop to think if you have any pet peeves against your roommate, no matter who or what he was.” He started back in on his lunch.
“Well, I didn’t say that.” The words were out of Sandbar’s mouth before it even registered he was speaking them.
But of course by then the damage was already done. Frosty paused in the bite of salad he was about to eat then glanced up at him with that look on his face again, silently prodding Sandbar with a metaphorical stick that said ‘do tell.’
Biting his lip again but not seeing any good way out of it now, Sandbar quickly glanced around the school cafeteria, confirming there was absolutely no sign of Gallus or anyone who might overhear and tell Gallus about this anywhere nearby. He then leaned closer and motioned for Frosty to do so as well. “Okay, so…he’s a griffon, you know?” he whispered. “That does come with…well…quirks.”
Frosty arched an eyebrow. “How do you mean?” he whispered back.
Sandbar fidgeted uncomfortably. “Well…think about it. What is a griffon anyway?”
Frosty frowned, not sure if he followed. “Well…as I understand it, they’re basically creatures with the heads of a bird and butts of a cat or lion or something, right?”
Sandbar, however, nodded in agreement. “Exactly,” he said. He winced to himself. “So let’s just say that…sometimes? I wish Gallus thought a bit more with the bird end of himself than the cat end.”
Sandbar was the sort of pony who loved to curl up on the floor with the Sunday paper and just go through and read it from cover to cover while also sipping a warm cup of hot chocolate. He could do this for potentially an hour or more without interruption and be perfectly content. He was in the middle of doing so while lounging on the floor of their dorm when Gallus came in and demonstrated that he was not such a creature himself.
“Hey,” the blue griffon greeted as he strolled in. “I’m bored. Wanna go hang out or something?”
“Sure, just as soon as I finish with the paper,” Sandbar said, picking up his mug to sip from before looking back at the paper he had spread out on the floor in front of him.
Gallus looked down at him for a long moment. Then, moving deliberately, he then stepped onto the newspaper on the floor and plopped himself down on top of it, curling his paws under him in a sort of loaf position that almost completely covered the newspaper now under him, and gave Sandbar a very pointed and expectant look.
With narrowed eyes, Sandbar set down his mug and sighed. “I guess I’m done now,” he relented.
Gallus smiled cheekily.
It had been a long but rewarding day attending classes today, and Sandbar was ready to call it a day. He still had some homework he would need to do before the evening was over, but for now, he just wanted to go into his dorm, sit down, and let his brain unwind a little. Maybe he chat it up with Gallus, who he expected would already be in there doing the same thing too.
Approaching the door to his room, he happily pushed it open. “Hey Gallus, I’m back from claaaaaAAAAAAH!”
He had just time enough to see the griffon all coiled up and ready to spring before being slammed backwards by a wall of blue feathery fluff as Gallus pounced on him with enough force that they both went skidded back out of the room and across the floor of the corridor outside.
“Now how’s that for an enthusiastic greeting?” Gallus asked proudly once they had come to a stop, the griffon having pinned him to the floor.
Sandbar just glared back at him. “Sometimes I wish you’d just buy me one of those ‘I missed you’ cards instead,” he groused instead.
Sandbar was working on some schoolwork peacefully at his desk when he heard a faint popping and tearing noise behind him. Alarmed, he twisted around to see Gallus had reared up and was gradually running his talons down the sides of the window curtains, the sharp claws slowly ripping up the fabric they were made out of.
“Gallus!” Sandbar declared, throwing his hooves onto the sides of his head. “How many times have I told you not to do that?!”
“Whaaaat?” Gallus snapped back and held out one paw of talons. “I gotta sharpen these things on something!”
Sandbar rolled his eyes, frustrated. “What, do we need to get you a scratching post or something?”
Gallus mulled it over a second, glancing from the fraying curtains to his talons. “Well, it certainly couldn’t hurt,” he relented finally, like it made no difference to him.
Sandbar just groaned, thumping his head on the desk in front of him.
Saturdays were always nice because, with usually no classes on that day, it was a day to either get caught up on schoolwork if you had fallen behind, or just chill for the whole day if you wanted. This particular Saturday, however, Gallus and Sandbar were both spending it lounging in their respective bunkbeds, thumbing through comic books. They spent several minutes doing this until Sandbar felt something batting at his tail, which he currently had hanging over the edge of the top bunk.
Hearing Gallus shuffling around below him in time with the batting though, it didn’t take long for Sandbar to put two with two. He’s batting at my tail like it’s a cat toy, he thought to himself, unable to keep himself from grinning. That’s adorable!
At least up until Gallus’s talons hooked into his sea green tail and started tugging back on it, with what felt like all of Gallus’s sizeable body weight. Not only did that send jolts of pain up Sandbar’s spine, it also proceeded to start tugging the pony off of the top bunk.
Sandbar quickly scrambled to try and get some kind of hoofhold to keep himself from being dragged off entirely, but there was nothing except loose bedsheets. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” Sandbar murmured with increasing intensity as his forehooves flailed about as his back half proceeded to slide off the side of the bunk, trying to stop this. But when he heard Gallus roll of the bottom bunk in his tugging and the pull strength doubled, his fate was sealed and he was pulled off the bunk entirely, tumbling to the floor below.
Fortunately—for Sandbar at least—Gallus’s body was in an excellent position to completely cushion his fall.
Returning to his dorm after another long school day, Sandbar proceeded to reach out to open the door that divided him from his bed before remembering that Gallus had likely already beaten him there and was lying in wait, watching for him to enter so he could pounce like he had done so many times before.
But this time Sandbar decided to try and be a step ahead of the griffon, and after taking a moment to psych himself up for it, he threw the door open and threw himself into the room, diving flat onto the floor. “I’m back!” he shouted as he did so.
It fooled Gallus, who leapt before he realized what had happened, and proceeded to pounce on nothing, flying out the open doorway and crashing in a heap out in the corridor beyond.
“Ha!” Sandbar crowed, victorious, and proceeded to turn and walk further into the dorm room, smug with himself.
It was short lived, as Gallus merely came about in an elapsed turnaround time of point-eight seconds and pounced again while Sandbar’s back was turned, not expecting it.
Assigned reading could be dull, but Sandbar liked to try and keep at least on top of it or even get ahead if he could, rather than put it off to the last minute like some other students would, because then it would at least be out of the way. So he had been spending most of his afternoon sitting at his desk, calmly going through the reading assignments. Gallus, however, was not being so productive, and had been lounging around the room, feeling bored.
Finally, after some minutes of this, he got up and walked over to join Sandbar at the desk. “I need something to dooooo,” he wailed pitifully, before plopping onto the ground beside Sandbar’s seat. He waited for Sandbar to take notice but when he didn’t, he clawed at the desk edge. “Sandbaaaaaar!”
Sandbar glanced down at him and smirked at how the griffon had rolled onto his back exposing his belly. “What do you want me to do then?” he asked with a chuckle. “Give you belly rubs like you were a dog?” He reached down with one hoof to jokingly do so.
This action was why he later was at the school nurse, getting his right foreleg treated for the series of scratches that had been left on it by griffon talons.
“Now how did this happen?” the nurse asked of him as she treated the thankfully mild injuries.
“I made the mistake of confusing playtime for belly rubs with a griffon,” Sandbar mumbled grumpily.
Sandbar had overslept and was running late. He was rushing to try to get to his first class of the day before it started when, halfway there, he realized he had left behind his textbook for said class. As he raced back for his dorm room to get it, he realized he wasn’t quite sure where he’d last left it exactly. Remembering that Gallus, who didn’t start his classes until later in the morning this semester, would still be in the dorm, he hoped the griffon would be able to help him track it down.
“Gallus!” he exclaimed as he burst back into the room, “Do you know where—?”
He trailed off at that point as his eyes bulged at the sight of what Gallus was in the middle of doing. He had one hind leg extended and pointed up into the air while he had his head and back bent and curved down so to reach his back end and lick…well, Sandbar didn’t even want to think about it. However, Gallus only seemed mildly perturbed, and glanced up from what he was doing to look expectantly at Sandbar, tongue still hanging out of his beak.
Sandbar needed a moment to overcome his flabbergast before saying anything though. “What are you doing?” he finally managed to get out.
“I’m grooming,” Gallus replied, like it didn’t even need answering. “What did you think I was doing?”
Sandbar just stared at him for a long moment.
Gallus kept looking at him expectantly. “Did you need something?”
Sandbar stared at him for a split second longer. “…never mind,” he finally grumbled, and left again, deciding he’d rather just go without the textbook than deal with this awkward scenario any further.
Sandbar had learned something.
Griffons can purr. And further, Gallus can purr in his sleep.
Which in any other circumstance, that would be adorable.
Except Gallus can purr rather loudly.
And that was a very unwelcome thing to be hearing at around three in the morning.
Sandbar doesn’t get much sleep on those nights.
Sandbar once again found himself returning to his dorm after a long day of classes, but he stood there in front of the door for a long moment, not opening it. He knew perfectly well that Gallus would already be inside, waiting to pounce on him the second he opened it. Not eager to face that, he was debating how to best try and avoid this then.
He eventually decided to just stand to one side of the door and push it open from where he’d be out of the line of fire. “I’m back from classes!” he shouted as he did so and quickly ducked away.
But nothing happened.
Sandbar waited for a good moment to be sure, but when no blue griffon came flying through the open door like he had been shot from a cannon, he cautiously peered around the edge of the door. “…hello?” he asked timidly, peering inside the dorm room. To his surprise, there was absolutely no sign of Gallus was anywhere inside. Surprised but frowning, Sandbar timidly started into the room, a little on edge. “Gallus?” he called.
He got no response so he made his way further into the room in search of the missing griffon, unaware that said griffon was hiding behind the open door where he was out of immediate view, crouched low and silently counting down to when Sandbar would be in a good position so to pounce from where the earth pony would least expect it.
Of course, all that pouncing eventually gave Sandbar the idea to try and return the favor back to Gallus, and one day decided to try and do so.
Spying the griffon lounging on the floor napping, belly facing upward so to bask in the warm sunbeam that was shining through the window, Sandbar snuck slyly into the position, then, gearing up like he had seen Gallus do a few times too many, he leapt into the air so to pounce on top of the griffon.
“YAAAAAH!” Sandbar bellowed as he did this.
Gallus awoke with a jolt at this, staring with wide eyes as Sandbar sailed over top of him giving Sandbar a brief flare of victory for catching Gallus off-guard.
Until, as he started to come down onto him, he saw Gallus abruptly flex all of his claws into the attack positions and bare open his rather pointy beak, suddenly becoming a whole lot more dangerous than he had been before. And by that point, though Sandbar remembered failing to try and abort, it was too late to stop himself from landing on top of the now much sharper griffon.
This was why Sandbar was later at the school nurse, getting several scratches and cuts over most of his body treated.
“So what happened this time?” the nurse wearily asked of him as she treated the thankfully mild injuries.
“I forgot five of Gallus’s six ends are pointy when he lies on his back like that,” Sandbar flatly replied.
There were times when you had such a good night’s sleep that you wake up in the morning feeling great and good spirits, like nothing can dampen your morning. Waking up and feeling precisely that one morning, Sandbar proceeded to stretch and pop his back, savoring the good mood. His tummy rumbled though, reminding him that it was also time for breakfast.
“Hey Gallus,” he called through a final yawn as he started to sit up, rubbing at his eyes. “You up yet?”
“Yup,” came the response.
“You wanna go get breakfast then?”
“Nah, I already got mine, see?”
Sandbar turned to look, and saw Gallus sat neatly on the middle of the floor, grinning and looking quite proud of himself.
Clutched tightly in his beak was also a large rat that was clearly very dead.
Stomach lurching at the sight, Sandbar instead flopped back down on his pillow and rolled over to stare at the wall, suddenly not feeling so hungry anymore.
Yet another class day had finally come to an end, and Sandbar was making his way back to his dorm. However, instead of thinking about doing homework or how else he planned to spend his evening, he was thinking about the griffon that was surely already inside the dorm, waiting to pounce on him the moment he arrived.
Fortunately, Sandbar felt confident he had a solution this time.
Upon arriving at the door, he bellowed, “I’m back from classes!” but did not proceed to open the door.
And it was a good thing he did too, because there followed a loud thump as Gallus, on a hair trigger, crashed into the closed door, trying to pounce. Only then did Sandbar open the door, revealing the griffon lying on the floor and clutching at his aching skull.
“You’ll notice I didn’t say I was inside,” Sandbar smugly commented to him.
He then proceeded to stroll confidently past Gallus, only to fall on his face as Gallus angrily and deliberately whipped his tail under his hooves so to trip him.
It was starting to get late and Sandbar starting to feel tired and ready for bed. However, he was reluctant to do so, as he still had homework he still needed to finish, and while it wasn’t due right away tomorrow, he really didn’t want to put it off either. Still, he was somewhat envious of Gallus, who had curled up on their rug in front of the window and had been dozing for the past half-hour. Sandbar wished he could do that.
Instead, what he got was Gallus suddenly bolting upright, abruptly alert and eyes wide, taking in his surroundings with a tense and nervous energy. Sandbar saw the griffon’s ears twitching erratically during this and felt his stomach drop.
“Oh no,” he murmured.
He immediately vaulted himself out of his chair, abandoning his homework, and hurried to clamber up into the safety of his top bunk. He did so just in time, as with a shudder of nervous energy running down his spine, Gallus suddenly shot forward and started bouncing back and forth throughout the room as if he had suddenly been supercharged with energy, excitedly hooting and hollering the whole time as he did.
Sandbar glared at him from where he had taken shelter under his covers. He hated Gallus’s “witching hour.”
“So…not always so glamorous having a griffon for a roommate, huh?” Frosty concluded with a smirk as Sandbar finished listing off all of these examples.
Sandbar was somewhat surprised at himself at how eagerly he had done so…but it did feel good to finally vent about them a little. “I mean, Gallus is still great,” he assured Frosty. “I could’ve ended up with way worse roommates to be sure, and despite everything, I think wouldn’t really want to trade him for anyone else as a roommate.”
“But there’s still times when he can drive you up the wall, right?” Frosty insisted.
Sandbar mulled it over for a long moment. “Honestly?” he finally deduced, “I think that’s just part of having a roommate. I mean, would there ever be a roommate who wouldn’t drive you up the wall over something at least once?”
Frosty laughed. “No, I suppose not,” he admitted. “And now that you say it, I guess I haven’t been appreciating my own roommate enough. Shed feathers are nothing in comparison to some of the things you’ve listed.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” Sandbar remarked with a grin. “Everybody should try to get along with their roommates. It might just turn out that whatever your grievances you might have aren’t so bad to live with after all if you just give them a chance.”
They continued eating their lunches in silence for a few minutes.
“I am surprised though,” Frosty continued after a moment. “All of those things you listed are very much on the cat side of a griffon, like you said.” He shrugged. “I just figured there would’ve been a few more involving…you know…the bird side.”
Sandbar thought about it for a second. “Well, if you accidentally pull his tail, Gallus will let out a squawk sort of like a parrot,” he offered.
Frosty snickered. “Sweet.”
I was watching the family cat the other night and thought of Gallus. You can probably guess the rest. 
This was written fairly quickly throughout the course of today and has only been sort of edited, so don't go expecting linguistic perfection from this today.
Frosty is modeled off of a background pony who seemed to fit the ticket of what I needed for the role, and I felt like trying my hand at fleshing out such a character, if only for kicks. Besides, I'm sure the other Young 6 aren't the only ones Sandbar ever hangs out with. 
Normally I either make my own cover art or use a screenshot from the show. But feeling uninterested in making cover art for a quick throwaway fic like this and unable to come up with any screenshots that seemed to fit, I did a little searching and found the current pic from Evergreen-Gemdust, which I'm using instead. For the sake of my conscience, I might replace it with something else at a later date, but for now that'll do. 
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Ah, Calvin and Hobbes references. Brings back memories.
Great story!
On an unrelated note, Gallus seems to be taking a lot of inspiration from a certain homicidal psycho jungle cat...
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Dammit, both of you beat me to it.
Friggin' love Calvin and Hobbes.
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Somepony needs to start carrying a spray bottle.
this is all adorable
i love how just throwing himself on whatever you're paying attention to instead of him feels so perfectly in character for Gallus
If Gallus was like my cat, he'd spend most of the day napping. Nice story, by the way!
Sandbar sighed. "Yeah, about that... The one time he does act like a bird? It's this:
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Having been the owner of a cat... yes, a lot of these are true. You missed Gallus curling up on top of Sandbar and purring at night through.
Half of those scenes were from Calvin and Hobbes! I love those comics!
First, I see you are a Calvin & Hobbes fan too.
Second, this is totally going on my list of reference fics for how I’m gonna be writing the Student Six.
And yet so many fics use griffon eggs. >_>
I was kinda hoping Gallus would do some of the affectionate cat stuff, like rubbing his face on things and/or people, and not just the mean cat stuff. :(
"WHAT IS THAT? WHAT THE FLOCK IS THAT!?"
"... It's a cucumber."
"KILL IT! KILL IT WITH MAGIC PONY FIRE!"
"Earth pony, dude."
"THEN FIND SMOLDER AND GET HER TO KILL IT WITH FIRE!"
In any case, delightful stuff. Gallus channeling Hobbes is equal parts ridiculous and wonderful.
This story was both hilarious and adorable.
Faved!
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I can't help it. It just sort of happens that way.
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I actually did have a few scenes like this in mind initially, but opted not to pursue them, under the fears it'd be interpreted as Gallbar when that wasn't my intent. Ultimately decided I didn't want any shipping in this fic, see. But maybe another time.
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In the defense of those who write griffons as egglayers though, that is how they were long portrayed in legend after all. Further, non-egglaying would suggest they would probably be mammalian instead...and considering those beaks, I certainly wouldn't want to be the poor female that would have to nurse the chicks. 
Well...externally the hindquarters of a feline then.
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Did consider ending with a scene loosely like that too...but Gallus doesn't exactly strike me as an early riser, so...
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Doesn't really cause it to make sense... (Ask me about Hephaestus and Athena sometime!)
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Personally, when it comes to dealing with mythical creatures, you gotta be willing to just roll with some of the details anyway. Or just reinvent them from scratch, putting a new spin on them...seen a few instances of that before. That usually requires a fair bit of science and research though, but if one is up for that...
Yeah, well...a lot of mythical creatures don't really make a lot of sense when you really think about it.
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That's fair. I'm not a fan of Gallbar myself. But you could still slip it in near the end after it's pretty solidly established that it is a "cat thing" and not a shipping thing, especially if Sandbar immediately talks about how he does it with their other friends, too.
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ownersminions will recognise this as a "Venus hand-trap" configuration.Also I am surprised Sandbar has not experienced Gallus hunched over, neck straight out and *horf!* *horf!* horf!* *gaaaakkk!!!* a hairball out on his (edit: Gallus') sheets.
Meanwhile on the other side of campus, Gallus is discussing life with a pony roommate with new students Geoff and Mandible...
"And the snoring! You two would not believe how loud Sandbar is. Like a hydra singing This Day Aria with sore throats. Never mind the other end; I swear Sandbar produces more hot air than any three of Chancellor Neighsay's speeches combined!"
(one of the seldom remarked upon perils of sharing a room with a well-fed pony)
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I would think Gallus would know to try and hack out a hairball into the appropriate receptacle if possible. Actually, he probably would hack up pellets like owls come to think of it, given the beak, though I guess in the end it doesn't really matter to the outside observer.
I actually hadn't ever really thought about it, but now that you mention it, ponies probably would be a bit...fartsy...all the time in real life, seeing their diet would perpetually produce a fair amount of gas. If one was inclined to do a more heavily factual-based MLP story, I could see how one would want to detail that more...but on the other hand, I can also perfectly understand why most have chosen to avoid broaching the subject.
But now you've put it in my head, so it'll probably nag at me until I do something with it at some point, so I hope you realize what you've done there. 
The most HILARIOUS story EVER! I ADORE this story! This is just so incredibly funny. Kinda reminds me of the sketch comedy in Jan Animation's "Button's Adventures". OMG, imagine if someone went ahead and animated this story! I'd pay $50 to see that done, easy! Someone get a Patreon going, NOW!
Futurama Guy: "Shut up and take my money!"
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"Appropriate" as defined by a cat translates to "Where ever I bloody well please"
I could see griffons with more cat-like tendencies (and therefore a more marked propensity to cough up hair) carry around a little "cough catcher" baggie in much the same way as tobacco chewers carry a trusty (preferably opaque) bottle for their "deposits"...
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A sapient cat would probably eventually figure out that hairballs don't clean themselves up, and ultimately get tired of lying in their own filth, since cats like to stay clean.
Or, since Sandbar likes to counter Gallus's antics, he could just move the hairballs from his bed to Gallus's bed and passive-aggressively ignore his protests. "What do you mean? Ponies don't make hairballs. Maybe you should cough those things up into a garbage can or something so they don't end up in your bed."
I'm loving the silly simplicity of this fic so far, but I have one itty-bitty criticism about sentence structure.
I think there are multiple examples of this throughout, but it was at this line that it started getting to me. When the "response" (Sandbar falling on his face) comes before the "stimulus" (Gallus whipping his tail), some readers may have to pause for a sec to re-play the action in their head. Uh, the best way I can communicate this is with the example that taught this to me. Compare these:
Suzie flipped off a truck that had almost run into her.
vs.
A truck almost ran into Suzie. She flipped it off as it sped past.
It's like you have to mentally backpedal to properly picture the scene again. It's a very minor hiccup, especially with the example from your story, but hey. Marginally better is still better.
K am goin back to readin nao
You didn't even include a scene of Sandbar opening canned pineapples?
on a different note, I wonder how catlike Hippogriffs or Yaks would be...
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I take it you’ve never seen a platypus.
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Back when it became a fad to write fics based on random horse facts that the writer happened to know, someone already wrote about all the farting in an attempt to take the... well, that's actually a different orifice for mammals, but you get the idea.
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You're trying to bring up those in a discussion about sensible anatomy practices? Seriously, actual biologists needed a live specimen before they were willing to believe that the platypus was a real thing. Also they're more closely related to cats than they are to birds, but not by a large enough margin to matter (much like how bats are more closely related to horses than they are to rodents).
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As I said in the author's note, this was scarcely even edited, so I fully expected clunky sentences like that to be found in there. I might go back at a later date and see if I can tidy 'em up a little, but we'll see.
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I did consider it. But I didn't want to get too focused on the pouncing gag, and I was already pushing it.
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Part of me wants to ask for a link, but I'm almost afraid to.
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It is true the platypus is a good technical example of a mammal that lays eggs (and have bills of a sort), but they've still always been fairly oddball in comparison to other mammals. Little wonder that people had a hard time believing they actually existed when they were first discovered, because they are just about in a league of their own, those platypuses.
Still, the point is if platypuses can do it, why not a griffon? Though I suppose live birth still isn't out of the question...I could see that working...but as I said before, probably no nursing of young with milk, not with those beaks.
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Sorry, for clarification I was referring to Gallus couching up in his own bed randomly throughout the day (like after grooming himself for example). He would obviously clean it up (or better yet spit it up into a special (opaque!) baggie for such a purpose), but I would imagine the noise would come as quite a shock to poor Sandbar.
Of course not everything is all woe and inconvenience. I could see them having fun dust bathing together
Or in a modern era, Gallus curling up on the keyboard when Sandbar is trying to type.
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Honestly, though, I don't think dust baths would really be all that out of place for most of anyone in Equestria. I mean, I'm pretty sure there was a scene where Pinkie Pie was doing basically that once.
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Oh my God... How did I miss that it was you? Like 90% of my favorite Student Six stories are written by you! So, no surprise that this one was, too.
I needed a good giggle today. And this did not disappoint.
Hyperactive Roommate Friendship Griffin
Hilarious adorable and now wondering if sandbar has any quirks for gallus to complaine about
Finally managed a read, and that was excellent! Cat/bird antics with griffons are always a great time.
But this reminds me that I rarely explore the differences between species in my own writing. I should do that more often.
Geez, Gallus was kind of an asshole in this fic. I fail to see how Sandbar tolerated it.
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The same reason cat people tolerate it from their cats. (Note: I do not know what said reason actually is; our cat was just a stray that we never even technically adopted but instead just let inside the weird room on the one side of our house where only the inside door locked)
so you done a gallus likesnto pounce fic and showing here he does it alot lol i wonder if theres a pouncing/prankwar between them both at somepoint (yes i renreadnthis its that good)
To the author - Read this fic yesterday and several hours ago. such a cute, fluffy and adorable work!
Oh yeah btw...i totally in love this pairing/ship
I was going to comment on how it’s sort of odd because the young sex all have separate rooms, but it’s still a fun story
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The show was actually very inconsistent about how the dorm rooms work at the school. One instance they show a scene suggesting they all had separate rooms, as you say. Another closer to the end of the show showed Yona and Ocellus sharing a room (leaving the rest easy to deduce, assuming the dorms are not co-ed). And every interior of a dorm room shown throughout (which was only, like, two or three times altogether) always had a bunk bed, suggesting a roommate format.
So basically, at this point, its up to personally interpretation, really. Most fic writers assume the dorms are shared because that's usually how it works in most real-life schools (it saves space), but there's really not anything stopping one from assuming they're separate (indeed, I was toying with a story idea for awhile where it assumed they all had separate rooms).
Heck, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm sure it'd only end up wandering into the more lewdy territories, I'd be game to see someone have the dorms shared but co-ed, if only just to shake things up. But I digress.
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Ah I can see your points. It’s like trying to debate if the school had a cafeteria or not which we never see. But yeah I guess they could be shared dorm rooms I got a look at them those episodes again
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Well, in one of the shorts, we are shown Twilight, Smolder, and Gallus sitting down at a table to eat soup for lunch, so that might've been the cafeteria.
It almost certainly has one, it just was never relevant to the show to have it make an appearance, I suppose.
HOBBES!
I really do like how sanbar has so much patient with gallus Hes a good pony 😊
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I now need to see an entire fic revolving around this.
With the cucumber intentionally placed where Gallus would find it.