Twimsy

"You have a sister? Lucky you. I'd always wanted a sister or brother. I thought it might get my mum off my back more often." She grinned with a wink, glancing around at the others. When she looked back to him, her giddy expression fell just a tad.

"You look distraught. Is something wrong...?" she asked as the pair of them fell into the line outside of the university's theater.

"You may have been more help than you think, dear sir." I don't know if I would've had the bravery to do what I did, without you there to cheer me on.

"Vainglorious? As in...the Vainglorious?" She smiled at him, "That should be quite interesting. I wonder if anyone I know would be there...I hear the costume design professor, Razzle Dazzle, did a good bit of work on this show. I've known her for quite some time...but, she's just had a foal. She'd probably want to spend time at home rather than hire a sitter, but who knows?"

My pony style fluctuates like crazy nowadays. Ah, well.

Vintage, your bangs are gonna get too long to put up in a faux-hawk anymore.

((I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to reply. D: I've been a busy bee.;; ))

"What is it?" Persnickety moved up beside Newsworthy, reading the article quietly to herself. There had certainly been plenty of reporters and ponies on the scene that day, it was imminent that news had gotten out about the event."

"...G-Goodness...!" She was practically blushing. "Eheh...it feels strange, actually. A good strange, though!" She ran a hoof along her bangs, probably more out of nerves than preening, the humble little thing. "I wonder why they didn't mention you and the others, though...A couple of you helped out, as well."

"I actually don't know too terribly much about it, aside from the basic plot - I've heard it's quite good, though." Then again, Persnickety, you like just about any play you're put in front of.

Thems is my monster characters! I have a whoooole slew of world-building stuff written up for them, but since I really don't have the time or patience to do a full-blown comic, I figure doing a blog for them would be the next best thing. :B

"I'm sure you'll fit right in. I guess my wardrobe was more bohemian than I thought." She smiled sheepishly. "But, if you think it's fine, that's all that should matter really, mm?"

She blinked at the roses. Not having the time to pay them much mind previously, "F-...For me...?" She beamed, gently holding them in her hooves, "Well, thank you...they're remarkable! I don't believe I've seen any quite their color, before. Let me just put them in some water and we can be off, mm?" She disappeared back into her flat for a brief moment, soon returning to his side and closing the door behind her.

Working on a million projects at once - one being a matryoshka hoodie, which I'll try to post pictures of when I finish it. Another is something I'm 99.9% done with, I just need to find some way to make the background for it transparent so it can go on an ask blog I'm making. Yesanotherone.

"Already heff nyewspaper sabscription, zank you! Hnf!"

Persnickety opened the door, blinking at the pair of them, "...Uhh..."

"Mees Peersneekeetee! Tell zat ve already heff nyewspapers!" The old mare gestured at the spiffied-up Newsworthy with her brush, again.

"Erh...she likes doing this to strangers--" She raised her voice a tad, "It's alright, Missus Wicker! We're going to be going to see a play!"

"Are not goingk to stay? Ees he new landlord?"

A sigh. "No-- going OUT! To a PLAY!"

"...Are goingk out to play?"

"Ergh...close enough. You needn't worry, Miss Wicker! You go ahead back downstairs, I've got everything under control!" The pegasus ushered the babushka'd old earth pony back down the stairs, the old mare hobbling off as she rattled off something in the native tongue. When she'd gone back to her shop, Persnickety turned back to Newsworthy, "Heh...sorry about that. She's hard of hearing." She tilted her head, giving him a look-over, "Y-You, ah...you look quite nice, though. I fear I might've underdressed, but I don't...really have anything too fancy..."

A faint, "I'll be right there!" rung from behind the door. A brief moment passed, when the sound of feeble but deliberate hoofsteps scaled the staircase leading to the flat.

"Who ees fancy stallion?!" The owner of the hooves - a frail looking, dusty rose-hued old mare in a babushka and large, rectangular glasses - scrunched her wrinkled face in a leer at the light blue pegasus. She pointed a small cleaning brush that was soaked in wet clay water at him. "Are not reef-raff here to be causingk trouble, mmm?"

First, they came out with that.

Then, our dear friend Pyro updated the TF2 main site's blog today with this message:

Mmm Mmmph!

June 22, 2012 - The Pyro

Mmmmph mmmmph, mmmmm mmmmmp mmmmmph. Mmmmmph mpm! Mmmmmph mph mm! Hm mmmmmph, hmmmmph mm mmmmmph mmmmmph!

People have since figured out that, the dialogue in morse code translates to "MONDAY." There is speculation that the final Meet The video for Pyro will be premiering on Monday.

Some are speculating, furthermore, that it will be broadcast on Adult Swim. My guess (and this is only a small guess) is that they very well might show all the Meet The videos - including Pyro's - in a nice, big, half hour block on AS.

Not sure if anybody's heard, but I figured my fellow TF2 aficionados might be interested in this little link...

The following evening...

...in the bohemian little studio flat, the teal-maned pegasus shuffled here and there, getting herself ready. She hummed a chipper tune to herself as she fixed her mane into a bun, stepping over to the upright steamer trunk she kept as a makeshift closet. "It would probably do not to get too fancy, it's not like it's an opera...but it couldn't hurt to polish up just a little bit." She decided on a pashmina scarf of a warmly-colored design...and then decided that the bun should be made into a ponytail.

She had no idea why she was even caring so very much, she hadn't in the past. Then again, she didn't usually go on dates with someone who's company she very much liked. Speaking of whom, he would probably be getting there at any moment.

The very thought made her put her mane back up into a bun, again.

Sure! I always like looking at other people's artstuffs. Toss me some links, and I'll check 'em out.

While he'd found himself preoccupied with saying goodnight, she found the moment enough of an opportunity to bite the proverbial bullet. Moving forward slightly, she pressed a small, chaste kiss to the stallion's cheek. She leaned back, and smiled.

"Goodnight, Newsworthy."

With that, the mare turned, heading for the small staircase that ascended to the loft above the store, filled once again with that pleasant warmth.

Goodnight, goodnight - parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say goodnight, till it be morrow.

The look on her face was certainly that of mild relief - mostly that her words had been met with such positiveness. "Well, it makes me even happier to know that the feeling is mutual, and I could definitely say all of the same to you...aside from the 'being a wonderful mare' part."

They rounded the corner, coming to the front of a small pottery and basketry shop. Part of her was disappointed that their walk had to end so soon. "Well, this is my home - the apartment above, anyway, not the, uh...the shop. Heh. But, tomorrow evening's show should be fun! I can't wait."

"You really didn't have to, you know," the mare said, giving him a timid smile, "...but, uhm. I am glad that I'll get to see this. Especially with you. You've proven to be quite enjoyable company." Jeez, was it possible for her to say what was on her mind without gussying it up to sound formal or stuttering awkwardly? She busied herself with slipping the ticket safely into her satchel.

As they carried on further down the street, her voice came once more, quieter than before, "I...did have a great time, tonight. The most fun I've had in a long time with somepony, really. So, uhm...thank you...for the date, 'n stuff..."

The young mare sniffled in disinterest, casting her magazine aside to go through a stack of papers on the counter near her. "B2, B2...yeah, B3 is available. Would that be alright?"

Persnickety smiled, though she could easily tell that her wording had done more harm than she'd intended. As the pair of them trotted up, a light green unicorn with a more vividly verdant mane looked up from her magazine, leaning forward from behind the small box window to peer at them.

"Can I help you...?"

"Ehehm...w-well, I...uhm. I'm truly flattered that you think so highly of me. I can say with true honesty that I don't think I've ever met someone with as big a heart as yours, before. Especially in the field that you're in. Usually reporters are...y-you know. Not...so nice." The ability to form eloquent sentences was leaving her, and fast. She knew very well how to act in heart-felt situations. When the real thing presented itself, however...

"Oh! Look, isn't that the ticket booth right down the block?"

"A lot of ponies might find it foolish, but I do live by the fact that you should do what makes you happy, even if it might not mean you're doing something that will give you a secure lifestyle. No sense in fretting over what the day will bring. At least if you're doing something you love, you have something to be happy about..."

Dear Celestia, was it nice to talk with a like-minded individual. Perhaps it was just the sort of pep-talk she'd needed. "I'll try. I'll most certainly try. I've made it this far, and thinking about giving up...that's even more a dreadful thought to me than repetitive failure. Even if I never make it...at least I can say that the pursuit was fruitful in its own right. I've learned so very much just from the experiences that I've had." She narrowed those orange eyes of hers at him, grin growing, "How the hay did you get to be so terribly optimistic? It's infectious."

She may or may not have a foal, I'm not entirely sure yet. xD;;

And here, I oops'd some non-pony art.

I really like drawing in this style. A lot. It takes little effort and the results are pretty dang kawaii. :T

You lucky little ponies. ;^; I only live a couple hours away and I'd probably go for a day if I had the cash. Train ticket/con ticket/food/etc. racks up a pretty penny, though.

Next year, though! Next year...!

It was a quiet walk indeed, the pair of them seeming to be lost in their own thoughts for the time being. The only noise amidst the chasm of their silence was the occasional pair or group, chattering as they passed, and the gentle whisper of an evening breeze. Persnickety kept her gaze trained mostly on the sidewalk before her.

And then, words leapt over that chasm of silence. Words that she had not expected.

She didn't know what to say, although she was sure that the color had risen to her cheeks again. He admired her...? But, she wasn't anything special. In actuality, she battled with the conflict of following her dreams and melding with the rest of society just about every day. More often than not, it was a painful path. There were days where she didn't eat. There were days where nothing came out of all of her brainstorming. And then there were days - those precious, few days - where the creativity flowed, and she'd write a line that held the very heart and soul of what she'd been trying to convey. Days where all of the hard work and suffering paid off. Days where somepony else's words were enough to lift her out of whatever funk she'd been in.

Somehow, this stallion, this Sir Newsworthy whom she had met just the day before in that humble little cafe known as the Cider Cellar...it was as if he knew just the right words to say to make her feel as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a warmth that prickled pleasantly in her chest. It was a feeling most elusive to her.

"You're--...you're very kind, Newsworthy...thank you," she crooned, "...That means more than you might know."

"Yes, thank you very much for the meal, Gavril. It was wonderful." She glanced back at Newsworthy just in time to see him snubbing away the foam from his mouth, letting out a small snicker.

As they stepped outside, the pegasus adjusted the bright orange shawl about her shoulders, "I believe there's a box office on the way to my flat, so I wouldn't mind walking with you." A pause. "Not that I wouldn't mind walking with you in the first place, either, but...w-well, you get the idea."