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Spike finished preparing the "special" punch fixed with daffodil petals that Twilight asked him to prepare. As he finished, Spike served Twilight the punch while they chattered casually as if nothing was going on. But both knew that it was only a matter of time before the narcotic effects of the daffodil did its thing.
They had played this game before and it seemed that it was something that Twilight seemed to like given the frequency they played.
"Uh, I think it´s time for me to go to bed, Spike, all the sudden I feel sleepy and woozy", said Twilight in a normal manner.
- "No problem, it is very late anyway", Spike replied. Twilight went upstairs and fell heavily on her bed.
Spike is not sure as to whether Twilight feels anything while under the effects of the daffodil as Twilight refuses to tell him. Although given the frequency they played this game...
But there was no time to think about that. Spike tried to wake her up to no avail, she was profoundly asleep.
It was his chance...
"Exactly what I was waiting for," Spike thought to himself. It was then when he took out a special golden object from a drawer. It was a big, golden black marker.
With a grin on his face, Spike then proceeded to do his thing.
The next morning, Twilight woke up with a smile on her face...she seemed quite satisfied. Spike had spent all night drawing on his sketchbook. "If he keeps practicing like this he will be a great artist some day," thought Twilight as she browsed through the beautiful sketches that Spike had made. |