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Grey saw Pesto painting the sky, and tried to guess what it was. "A carriage? A garden? Us? Our house? Our Foals! Is that it? Are you painting our foals? Our future?"
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Grey pointed out a blanket. "Home. I like that word. But it doesn't matter where I am, as long as I am with you. Here. We sleep under the stars tonight." Said Grey, as he lay on the blanket, and points up to the stars, trying to find the constellations.
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"Well, I won't say much, but that it is a beautiful evening, and the house isn't finished, so we technically don't have anywhere to stay..." He said, as a small, grassy park came into view.
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Well, that outage sure was a doozy of a doozy, eh? Almost twelve hours without Canterlot.com? Even though I was sleeping most of the time, it was terrible.
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Well tjat one was a doozy, eh? Luckily, most.of these happen when I am sleepy.
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"Well, I have one more thing for us..." Said Grey, mysteriously.
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Before they entered, Grey had one last call to make. Upon completing that, the two found their seats in the theater. The whole time, Grey had more interest in Pesto than in the play. He didn't let go of her fur the full run of the play.
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Well, I can...but that is not canon to the WoE RPs in which that will end up happening again. Perhaps we wait until when it would be more romantic and less hectic, huh?
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Hey Guys! Pesto is here now! Grey wasn't lying about having a loving Fillyfriend!
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"Little Shop of Horrors. Your favorite, if I recall. Best seats in the house." Said Grey, softly. He enjoyed the moment, and wished it would never end...
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(I figured out a better one!) Grey rests his head atop hers, a cute little thing that they did often. As the fireworks died down, Grey had two more tricks up his sleeves. He gently nudged her so that she would know they they were going somewhere else now, and began downhill. Grey had found out that the local theater was putting on a production of her favorite play, Little Shop of Horrors. Regardless, they walked in unison, in about that same position, without a word, all the way until she could see the marquee.
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Alright. Well, because I have grown addicted to this, you saw the word and I will start throwing what money I do have at the computer, and hope it gets to you guys.
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Grey turned to look at her, because he knew what to expect next. When he saw her looking at him, he pointed over the water again, as, at exactly that moment, as the sun fell off the horizon, fireworks began. "This scene is almost as beautiful as you are..." he whisperred into her ear.
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Grey left the money on the table and escorted Pesto out. He led her up a hill that overlooked the water, just as sunset was beginning.
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Grey perked up when he felt her hoof. "You ready?"
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Grey always loved when Pesto used her wings instead of her hoof to do something. It was what made her stand out, what made her unique. Grey noticed she was looking at paintings, and was torn. He didn't want to be rude by asking her to stop, but the next step on his night was even better, and he knew she would love it, and love them being together for it.
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Grey looked into her eyes, and knew what she was thinking. Granted, it was what both of them were always thinking, but nonetheless, the two were a perfect match, and almost always on the same page. Grey Matter began to eat, awaiting the other events he had arranged for the night.
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Grey, in an attempt to be cute, leans in to catch the kiss, nearly falling out of his chair to do so. Just as he regains his hoofing, the waiters drops off the meals.
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"And I will have a...hay and grass sandwich, if you would." He then gave the menus to the waiter, and just looked in Pesto's eyes. "I love you."
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Grey Matter chuckled. Syd had mostly faded from his memory of that day, obscured by the memory of everything involving Pesto. "Do you know what you want to eat, Pesto?" Whenever the two weren't actually talking, they still knew what the other thought, and knew how the other felt. Pesto knew how much Grey loved her.
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Grey pressed his hoof to her mouth, as if to shush her, "I don't need thanks, I just need your company." The waiter left to get the Apple cider for them, as Grey just looked at Pesto, amazed at his luck. As she had admitted to him, he continued to her, "I was starting to think I would never have a fillyfriend. I guess good things DO come to those who wait."
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Grey nuzzled back, and holding her close, walked inside. "Matter, party of two." He said, before they were escorted back. A waiter asked what they wanted to drink. "Apple cider sound good, dear?"
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Four. The count is now up to four, and the site is slow all around. Good to know it is cared for. So I can put my wallet back in my pants now? (Rest assured, I will donate money here once I have a real job, but i can't afford it now.)
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"Luckily, you won't need to wait much longer..." said Grey, as he led her, hoof in hoof, down the streets. It was a big restaruant, and you could see it from several streets away. Once it had come into view, Grey pointed it out. "There," he said.
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Grey, as if reading her mind, turned to her and said, "I can't wait to see whatever garden you got cooking up in there," as he touched his hoof to her head. "I'm sure plenty of the ponies here need help with the gardens, especially since they are starting from scratch. Besides, crazier things than that has happened. Remember how I found you?"
