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Post by Angel624 on Jan 18, 2006 21:26:07 GMT -5
The pegasus smiled. "My name's Angel. I'm Rogue's girlfriend." She mentioned proudly. "Are you alright?" She asked again.
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Post by WingSong on Jan 18, 2006 21:30:29 GMT -5
Poppy frowned, let go of Rogue's mane, and came to hover dizzyingly close to the stallion's nose. "G-girlfriend?" She let the hurt be heard in her voice.
Her eyes were wide as ever, but now they were glistening with something that looked suspiciously like tears.
((Don't take her too seriously - you'll find her moods can change very quickly.))
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Post by Angel624 on Jan 18, 2006 21:33:39 GMT -5
The pegasus blinked. Was this breezie....jealous of Angel?! The pegasus thought it was kind of funny. But this breezie did sound like she was upset.
Angel decided to let Rogue talk, and so she didn't say anything.
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Post by Crescent on Jan 19, 2006 5:13:06 GMT -5
Giving a little happy squeal and fluttering forward to perch on top of his head and pick up a large chunk of mane that she could hug, she cried, "It's you! I knew you'd come back! I missed you, and I've been looking everywhere for you!"
Rogue blinked a few times out of sheer surprise. He had not recognised the breezie - after all, when you had seen one, you had seen them all. But the voice... the annoying incapability to be impressed...
...oh no...
He was unable to utter a word out of sheer shock while the breezie and Angel conversed. He opened his mouth a few times, then closed it again, not wanting to look foolish.
Then another thought entered his mind. Angel had called herself his girlfriend. This made his lips curve into a bit of a smile in the middle of it all. Oh, yes, he still had the moves all right.
Poppy getting off from his hair made him look up at the little creature slightly cross-eyed. He was at first going to snap at her hurtfully, but the tears shocked him too much.
"Errrr," was all he could get out. Then he looked at Angel, then back to the breezie, then let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. "I knew I never should've got up this morning," he muttered and shook his head.
Then he collected himself again and looked at the little creature.
"Okay, look, Poppy... Poppy, wasn't it? - you've got this mixed up now. I'm not... Oh Rainbows." He had never been able to explain to the breezie before that he was not his brother, how would he ever manage it now. "See, I have this twin. He looks much like me. You've got us mixed up. Why don't you go and try to find him. Uh, he's probably somewhere over there."
He motioned vaguely with his hoof toward the actual town.
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Post by WingSong on Jan 19, 2006 10:33:05 GMT -5
Poppy wiped the back of a hoof across her eyes and tilted her head with a pitying expression. "Oh, I see. You're confused!" She went up to perch on his head again. "You were always so, so confused, ever since you left!"
She was satisfied now that the whole bit about him being Angel's boyfriend was all some horrible misunderstanding. Her mind settling on another pleasing thought, she fluttered her wings until just the tips of her toes were brushing against Rogue's forelock(and bringing a chunk of it with her in another hug), and said smugly, "And you remember my name! You see, you're getting better already!"
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Post by Angel624 on Jan 19, 2006 15:34:16 GMT -5
The purple mare noticed Rogue smiling when Angel called herself his girlfriend. Well, it must've been true then. They really were a couple now. That made Angel more happier than ever.
She then listened as Rogue told Poppy that his brother was her owner. Hmm, Rogue never mentioned to Angel about his brother owning a breezie. Oh well, it didn't matter much, anyway.
Angel smiled. "Well, Poppy. You should go find your owner! He's probably worried about you!" She said, encouragingly.
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Post by WingSong on Jan 20, 2006 0:33:52 GMT -5
Poppy turned and made a point to scowl at Angel. "Not owner, best friend! Really good, close friend!" She flew a little higher but still clung to the piece of forelock between her two front hooves, pulling a bit and most likely causing some sort of discomfort along Rogue's scalp. "And he just gets confused a lot, when he loses me. That's why he does it - he just gets all mixed up. Tell her!" Directing the last bit at the stallion, she gave a demanding little tug, increasing the stress on that piece of his mane.
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Post by Angel624 on Jan 20, 2006 19:26:52 GMT -5
The purple mare was surprised that the breezie scowled at her. Angel kinda glared at Poppy. "Well, sorry!" She said. She didn't want to be too rude to the small creature. She was kinda cute.
Angel smiled at Rogue, kinda giggling at how Poppy was pulling on his hair.
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Post by Crescent on Jan 21, 2006 1:59:05 GMT -5
Rogue tried to open his mouth several times to get a word in with Poppy. He grimaced as she pulled his hair.
"Ouch! No, I'm not... d**nit, I'm not confused!" He shook his head violently to get the little breezie off - not that it was likely to help much - and stomped a hoof. "Get off me, you pest! Yes, I left, you know why - because I wanted to get rid of you! Get off I tell you!"
He shook himself some more, and then even hopped around a little, trying to buck the breezie off of him.
"Aaaaarrrgh!"
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Post by Angel624 on Jan 21, 2006 23:55:09 GMT -5
The purple peg couldn't help but laugh at the scene. Her handsome stallion was trying to get a breezie off his head. It was just too priceless.
Angel decided that she could be of some help. "Rogue, do you need any help?" She said with a smile, trying not to giggle.
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Post by WingSong on Jan 22, 2006 18:15:25 GMT -5
Just after Angel offered to help her boyfriend, Poppy felt her hooves slip and did a little backwards somersault in midair as she was tossed away from the stallion's mane.
Completely disregarding Rogue's harsh words, she instead focused her small mind on a part of what Angel had last said. "...'Rogue'?" The breezie ran the name through her reliable memory, and decided that it was without a doubt incredibly familiar. "...Yes, now I remember! That was it! Your name is Rogue!" She clapped her tiny forehooves together and flew in a little loop to express her excitement. "My Rogue!"
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Post by Angel624 on Jan 23, 2006 18:33:46 GMT -5
The mare sighed. "You mean my Rogue, I'm his girlfriend!" She said with a giggle. This creature is kinda funny, thinking that my boyfriend is hers. She thought to herself. She went over to "her" Rogue and kissed him on the cheek.
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Post by Crescent on Jan 24, 2006 3:57:04 GMT -5
Rogue stopped bucking when he felt the breezie's hold of his mane loosen. He stopped, his legs a little apart from one another, panting a little. When the breezie started enthusing over his name, however, he rolled his eyes again and groaned. Angel putting her word in didn't really make him feel any better. He shook his head furiously.
"I'm not a toy you can own, you know," he huffed to both mares. Then he directed his icy stare at the breezie. "I'm telling you, you have the wrong guy. Tramp, remember my brother, that's his name. He's the one who picked you up and built you that stupid little house and he's the one who you should be bothering. Tramp. Try to concentrate. You must remember that name."
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Post by Angel624 on Jan 24, 2006 19:18:44 GMT -5
"Sorry, Rogue. I don't know what came out of me there." Angel said, with a sort of worried look on her face. She did understand what he said about him not being a toy that they can own. Angel did love Rogue, and she did consider him her boyfriend, since......well......what had happened earlier at the river. But Angel knew no one could own anyone....
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Post by WingSong on Jan 24, 2006 20:37:43 GMT -5
"I'm telling you, you have the wrong guy. Tramp, remember my brother, that's his name. He's the one who picked you up and built you that stupid little house and he's the one who you should be bothering. Tramp. Try to concentrate. You must remember that name."
"...Tramp?" The breezie zoned out as the name replayed itself in her mind. Tramp...Tramp... Suddenly something hazy fell into place. Two stallions. Yes...two of them.
"I remember Tramp!", she suddenly called out in her little, squeaky voice.
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