setting (canterlot) a little splash of Acrylic Paint

[babablacksheep]

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Acrylic wasn't a very patient pony to begin with, but this noble pony he was painting was a noble paint in the flank. "Maybe I should try this side, after all it is my best side..." The aristocratic pony mused to himself as Acrylic's eye twitched, painting took time, that he didn't mind. But what he did mind was narcissistic ponies such as this one. He sighed shaving a bit, getting ready to explode at any moment. "How about... We try this again next week." He suggested but when it seemed that the pony didn't hear him he just got up and left him there.

After packing his things Acrylic trotted down the streets of Canterlot wanting to get his mind off of that stallion and his blood to stop boiling with anger. Acrylic sighed once more trying to calm down before he blew up on some innocent pony and looked around at the city wondering what to do. Acrylic had been rubbed the wrong way by the pony at that moment he didn't even notice that he was outside without his cloak on in all his spotted glory.

[TheInvisiblePony]

As far as ponies go, Enos Grey wasn't a terribly extroverted pony. He was never one to leave the comfort of his home, especially when he was working on his spells, sonic magic being something of lifelong project of his. However, absent-minded and work-focused as he was, he - like all ponies - took pleasure in social activity. Rather than go out and talk to ponies though, Enos was always content to walk down a street and just listen. Not to anypony in particular, but rather to everypony as a whole. It was not much more than a small pleasure, but a small pleasure can be enough to draw a pony out to the streets for a day.

On this particular day, Enos was roaming the street, but he was having a bit of trouble taking his mind of his latest spell. Ever so slightly annoyed he wasn't able to focus on the crowds drone, he closed his eyes and tried to pay attention to the sounds. A sound plan, if he had found place to sit, or even a corner to stand off in, but instead he had continued walking. So, of course, he ended up bumping into another pony on the street.

Stumbling back a bit, he opened his eyes in surprise as it appeared he had bumped into a stallion wearing... a cloak? Yup. A cloak. A colourfully spotted one at that. Enos tilted his head slightly, as he started wondering why a pony would be wearing that. Canterlot was notorious for its fashion, something that Enos never quite followed. It was entirely possible that this fellow was simple on his way to a fashion show. Yes, that certainly made sense to the unicorn, although he did find the outfit a tad... garish. That couldn't possible be something some of the more stuffy ponies might wear, though he had to admit, he had seen worse. Lost in thought, Enos didn't quite figure out that it was a bit rude to stare directly at a pony for more than a few seconds, especially after bumping into them.