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03/10/12(Sat)04:27 No.499563>You remember the first client that started it all. >Hell, who didn't know about her, the ponies knew her most of their lives, you got an earful about her on your first week. Head full of brass tacks and a mane made out of rainbow. >Apparently she had injured her wing a while back and the hospital wasn't doing anything about it now. >They have a 'give them some bedrest and toss them out' policy. >You could tell it bothered her, not the wing, just the fact that she was there, at your front door. >She explains her situation, how she wants to be in tip top shape for the Wonderbolts. You are thankful that she keeps it simple, the girl tends to rant about those guys when she gets into it. >You motion her towards an ottoman in your room, you could tell she was expecting something a little more, elaborate, but hey, you try waking up in a land of ponies with no money. >She sighs and lays down on the piece of furniture, as you ask her which wing bothered her. >As you kneel down she unfurls her 'problem' wing. >Without hesitation you grab it by the base, causing her to gasp and retract it, making you snap your hand back. >She asks you what you think you are doing, in a heated tone. >You ask her if she even knows what she was coming here for, rather flatly. |