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Quickfic: Dash and Gilda Go-Kart (2/2)
04/19/11(Tue)04:40 No.25244548>>25244272 "I know, right?" said Rainbow Dash, grinning, "I felt like I was sitting still! Even the nitrous didn't help."
"Thanks for the invite, Dash," said Gilda. "And thanks for pulling the stick outta my cloaca. That Pinkie Pie really knows her flying machines."
"Weren't no thang," said Rainbow Dash, "You just met her wrong. She gets on everyone's nerves at some point."
Gilda shrugged, then started hauling her equipment back to the shed. "Anyway, I gotta fly. It's been real." She held out her talons in a fist, and Dash hoofbumped her.
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"Fish and the singing," called out the mailmare standing on Rainbow Dash's welcome mat.
"Awesome!" said Dash, reading the names on the small package. "It's from Gilda!"
Inside, a framed picture of the 994 Junior Speedsters camp attendees lay next to a more recent photo. Gilda, in her dark green Counselor's cap, was looking cool as ever.
The accompanying letter said:
"Yo Dash- "These kids are driving me batshit insane!!! Were we this rambunctious?!? "Firefly let me teach a couple of clases on cornering & altitude. Some of the little dweebos are decent already. "We've got an Apple Family pegasus - says he's going to be a crop duster. Tell that frend of yours I said hi. "Keep in touch - the levels of lame can get pretty high pretty quick when the kids start talking. "G." |