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"Oh." He stepped even closer, getting right in her face. "So you did break it."
Raven rolled her eyes. "That's my uncle, sir or madam." Azrael growled and smacked her hoof away. "I'm already not fond of you." Asmo shrugged and...
Kool Klub, Kid.
Yes you are.
Azrael took a step closer. "Redecorated, how?" Raven sighed. "Az, just drop it."
Hands are basically sea monsters, and fingers are the tentacles. Bruh.
Azrael overheard, glancing over to Midnight. "What did you do to her wings, shadow pony?" Raven cringed. "Crap." Midnight should probably lie,...
Azrael trotted inside the bar, towards the counter. For those just joining us, he was massive: nearly as tall as Princess Celestia, and twice as...
With that power, Azrael kept rapidly teleporting until he was outside the bar.
"I accept your apology, and I won't tell my marefriend, mom, dad, or uncle about the crap you pulled," Raven replied. "And I'm a musician. Not...
One of mine was a site owner who went by TheSmallestHorse. Without going too deep, he'd get pissed at me for reporting rule violations, ridiculed...
"Hmm. Quite possibly. Care to find out?"
Azrael shook his head. "No. My teleportation only takes me so far. Apologies."
"The wing you broke's healing up," she said, still playing.
(RIP boss fight.) Asmo glanced over at the crap going on. "Really?"
Asmo looked to Windsor. "Hey, you mind if I snag a beer on the job?"
"Yeah, but she wound up taking care of it kinda."
"Naaah, it's a shadow horse!"
He gave a twisted chuckle. "Oh, think I found my next meal."
"Sure, take your time. I get it, instruments are hard."
