Latte

Books watched the small colt, hardly paying attention to what went on around him. It was true, he wasn't a fan of the young foals, though helping them didn't hurt him much. At least he managed to contribute without doing much. "Thank you," Looking up, the stallion slightly narrowed his eyes. Not in a mean manner, though just to examine the mare in front of him. Obviously, he had never seen her. Nor had he heard of her. She was pretty, in a way, he guessed. Her coat was quite beautiful, along with her-- "I never did get your name - are you new to - " Books never did get a chance to finish thinking, nor did he ever hear the rest of her sentence. He already had an idea of what she was going to say. He kept his mouth shut, though, seeing as her concern went back to the foal. She was obviously relieved when the young colt opened his eyes. It was much better than seeing her worried expression, he guessed. "Take it easy, now, you just ran into a table and bonked your little head. Everything will be okay, though. Look, your dog is here and everything!" The young foal didn't even say much besides a thank you and an "I'm hungry" before knocking out. Books chuckled lightly at this. He must have been pooped, even before the incident. Though staying on the ground, asleep didn't seem to do him much justice. He would be better off put somewhere else, away from all the work. Kneeling down, the stallion glanced up at the mare holding the colt. "He can nap on my back for a while before we find a place for him to rest. Away from here." "My name is Books, by the way, though you can call me Latte.. Either one is fine." The stallion mumbled. He hardly needed to introduce himself to others. He hadn't done so in a while, so it was a bit strange to him.

I confess that I am too much of a chicken to do somersaults.

"Please, go get me some ice and a towel or rag to wrap them in? And a blanket if you can find it." "Oh, yeah.. Okay. Got it." Books looked over at the mare who had gone over and helped the poor foal. He watched her for a moment before nodding. "Got it," he repeated, rushing away. Though going and fetching things wasn't a part of his to-do list, he guessed he would have to comply. He wasn't fond of the young ones, though if he had to do something to help them in a situation like this.. The stallion had been to Ponyville quite a few times, though he didn't know the exact place. The locals, stores, houses.. Well, they had never really been much use to him, since he usually flew over the place and not into it. Rounding a corner, Books bumped into a lamppost. "Excuse me," he muttered. He was in much too fast of a rush to care what or who he bumped into. "Excuse me, may I ask you a question?" Books asked, stopping by a stray pony. She seemed to be going on happily on her way, until he had bothered her. Tipping her head to the side, she gave him a confused look before smiling. "Well, hee, you just did! Though I wouldn't mind you asking another," the mare giggled. Books gave her a strange look, his left eye slightly twitching. After explaining that he needed a few items, the young stallion was on his way, the items on his back. "Thank you, I'll return these." "No need! Keep them!" Walking away from the kind pony who had given him some items, Books hurried off back to the scene where he would find the young colt and mare. He hoped that he would arrive on time, before a large bruise welled up on the poor thing's head. Books knew how much crashing into things hurt. Doing so wasn't much of a pleasant ordeal, and the bruises.. Well, they were a real pain. "My mistake, miss, but I couldn't find any ice. I've found a rag, though," Books muttered, arriving back on the scene. He slowly trotted over to the foal and mare, stooping by the young colt's side. "And a blanket." Books sighed. He knew he wasn't much help to the mare. If he had only known the places around here, he would have probably bought a few more helpful things. Though sadly, he didn't. A passing pony had helped him, and all he had to do was ask for the things he needed! The stallion muttered a stray curse beneath his breath. He couldn't even be the least bit useful!

'Oh, I shouldn't bother. I doubt I'd be much help!' 'Well, buddy, we need as much help as we can get!' 'You really think so?' 'I know so!' The young stallion played the conversation in his head, hoping that this would be the outcome of his situation. He would appear, tall and mighty, ready to help. Why, he'd be so much help, they would ask him to help out next year too! Yeah, right. The most help he would be able to do was put some nests on trees. Books was a lost cause. The stallion couldn't do much in most situations besides think up some things, though no one needed much mental work done around here. It was all physical, and he couldn't offer so much strength. He was tall and slim, though that didn't mean he was built up really. Books was all bone, no muscle. As the Pegasus slowly brought himself down to land, a high pitched squeak caught him off guard. Quickly whirling around, he spotted the source of the sound. A young foal, crashing into the side of the older mare and stallion drink stand. The poor thing ricocheted, and the stand had tipped over onto him, pouring it's contents on him. Then, to top it all off, he fainted. Books wasn't one to be nice, and most certainly not to strangers, though this was a special case. Hooves finally touching the ground, the wary Pegasus slowly trotted over to the foal. "Excuse me? Are you okay, kid?" The stallion asked, though he knew that he wouldn't get a response. Stopping at the side of the foal, he nudged him slightly. "Somepony mind helping me?"

I confess I wish I had a tattoo, then in a couple of years, when I'm old, it'll be all stretchy and stuff. c:

Finally. ;u; Thanks~ So, uh, what do I do with it now?

I confess I say sorry to inanimate objects when I bump into them.

I confess that I have no idea who Volt is. :c

I confess.. Were you freaking out because you possibly did kill a man?

I confess that I would like to know why you are freaking out.

I confess that I only drink red-cap milk. :c

I confess that mushrooms are the bessttttt. Mushroom pizza.. But olives suck. :c

I confess I put ketchup on my potato chips from time to time. o:

A pretty simple game/topic. :3 All you need to do is 'confess' something. It doesn't have to really be true. It's just fun! Nothing like, I confess I killed a man. Just some simple, funny stuff. Like, I confess I really thought monsters were in my closet. Okay? Okay. I guess I'll start off I confess I need to close my closet door every night before I go to bed. c:

Ah, okay. Thank you! I have just finished editing it. I do hope it's okay. c:

I've edited it. Is that better? c:

'Ello all. I'm back~ c:

Omg, Jay, give me orange juice. F-Fine.. :c -Dances- I'm Sexy and I Know It..

I don't need sleep. I just need Froot Loops, and I'm all set. >:c

No, you bad tree. >:c -Puts brownies on lap-

We're all squares. I'm falling asleep I'm such a hypocrite. ;u;

Nah, no sleep. Sleep is for squares. c:

-Clings back- You'll always have company with me around.

Oh, yeah, okay. Bye brownies. </3 -Places on table- Naw, think I'll stick around. c: