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Mat gives a light chuckle, "Huh... this is something. I admit, not used to sharing a bed with anypony."
Mat blinked, "Oh... I did not realize that till now, actually. There's two of us... and one bed."
Mat waved towards the Ursa then also headed back inside with Zeran.
Mat nods, "Right, but I am a guard. So, I can go in. You can ask Luna or your immediate superiors, I can wait."
Van just blankly stared at the closed door, "Just shutting the door."
Mat shrugs, "Yeah. I was just looking around. Plus, I waited until after the thudding noises were around." The Ursa gets back up on it's paws.
"You brought someone here you do not know that well?" Mat got off the bed, walking over to the door, opening it, "You two are done?"
"Your friend, Mat, is really just going to stay in there, isn't he?" Meanwhile, Mat was just sitting on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
The Ursa looked over at Zeran, "At this rate I'm not going to be able to get my paws on you at all. You win."
The Ursa toppled over due to the big hit from Zeran.
Van disappeared from his position as soon as Az's eyes were off him, the bit down in front of Az, appearing at the door, behind Silver. He closed it.
The Ursa roared in pain a bit, almost toppling over, but quickly began swinging it's front paws at her, claws extended.
He brought it down again, this time with full force.
So, yeah, the drawing prompt of this thing I just joined that requires me to draw once a day of 3 of a few random subjects, was Rarity, Rats, and...
The lumbering Ursa tried to bring another paw straight down on top of her.
Mat rolls his eyes, "... Yeah. Tirek doesn't dodge." Van looked at Az, "How good you think your tossing is?"
Van nodded, putting the cups in a triangle on the far side of a long table, before looking at Az, "Get it yet?" Mat chuckled, "... I doubt it,...
The Ursa took the kick, but this helped him just swat for her again with the paw, trying to just take her off.
Mat just stands there, shaking his head, "... With Az here, I'm certainly starting to wonder why I am here."
Mat continued to look up at the ceiling, "... I'm unsure about tomorrow." Van nodded, pulling out a bit, "I need three cups."
