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"I think it's that."
"Maybe he just likes my face. About damn time, I say."
"That's neat. Wonder what I did."
"Uhh..." Asmo patted his back. "Thanks, Windsor?"
"That's actually pretty smart," Maya said as Raven gently slipped the ring on the colt's horn. Asmo sniffed around. "Where's Windsor?"
"Oh. First thing first." Raven held her hoof out to Asmo, who tentacled her over a tiny magic inhibiting ring. Dusty raised an eyebrow. "Uhh..."...
Raven smirked. "Hey, Berri. Think he'll be a musician, too?"
Raven signaled her to quiet down a bit before being handed Moondust, smiling down at him. "My little bro..." "We're cool," Maya said quietly....
"I'll have the same, Stool Friend," Azrael said.
[IMG] Oh, yeah. It's much better here. I ditched that joint a while back.
I could almost get behind this.
Trump. *squee!* it. I'll never vote for Hillary. I won't help her get into office. No idea what she truly believes, or really wants. That's terrifying.
"A wise decision. One of you go stare at the foal or something."
"Don't let it turn into a hoof fight," Azrael requested.
"Yo, I don't think Raven's in any position to knock her up."
"Probably wouldn't be the worst beating I've had."
"Good." He lightly patted her head. "Good girl."
Nightshade may have been confused. It was Azrael who dragged ponies down, in a quite literal sense. She'd have to ask him about that. But Asmodeus...
"Thanks, dude." Maya took the water and sipped on it, quite possibly not noticing the name tag. "You." Asmodeus approached Nightshade. "We're...
Azrael nodded. "Yes, Maya. Rest. Now." "I'll do that..." Maya made her way to a booth, sitting and relaxing, holding Moondust close in her hooves....
