How's that date going? · 10:45pm Jul 25th, 2012
Crossed from my dA journal, because I realize I neglect this site a lot.
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A stiff-shouldered stallion stood behind a small podium, almost blending in with how motionless he remained. Like most in Canterlot, he stood with his chin up, eyes languidly shut. Almost telepathically he detected the entrance of the two, asking in a nasally voice, "Reservations?"