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!!UmjxqskgtOq 05/09/12(Wed)22:16 No.1833891>>1833475
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>For a moment you aren't sure what to say >Then you think about the time you've shared with Pinkie up until this point; The first time you asked her to a movie, the dance party, your spa trip, your short lived cooking rivalry, how she invited you to a beach trip for her birthday, and all the small daily interactions in between. >"Yes. And no. Pinkie, I've enjoyed everything we've done together. Every time I'm near you I can't help but smile, the way you're always so energetic and fun to be around always warms my heart. Yes, I do think about you like that sometimes," Your throat feels tight and your heartbeat can be felt all over, and you find yourself shaking a little, "I....don't know how I'm supposed to feel. But when I'm with you, everything is just....great."
>Pinkie listens intently. When you're finished a silence hangs between you. Not even the sounds of Nightmare Night's approach can permeate it. >After torturous moments that feel like hours, she speaks >"W-we've had some fun times together, haven't we? I've enjoyed them all too. Every one," she turns from you, looking at the stars in the clear night sky, "And...we're...closer than friends. Right? Especially after that cooking contest, and the beach trip, right?" >She turns back to face you, "I like you too. A lot."
>You're trying to figure out where that puts you exactly when Pinkie wanders over and puts her arms around you, pulling you down so your heads are level. Without any further words she gives you a kiss, her mouth meeting yours firmly as she pulls you to her >When the kiss is broken she looks into your eyes, you tell her in plain words: >"I love you, Pinkie Pie." |