Horuss: 8=D < Your Harness... I mean Hayness. Highness I mean. Horuss: 8=D < F*DDLEST*%. Please pardon my utterly e%ecrable language, and unforgivable stamming, your Horseness. Horuss: 8=D < I am a bale of nerves in your royal presence, and it has been so long. Horuss: 8=D < And when i am so spooked, you must know how that causes me to even more firmly identify with the majestic hoofbeast. Meenah: hey uh Meenah: horuss what Meenah: what the fuck is that thing youre prefixing all your talkin with Horuss: 8=D < Oh, this? What, don't you recognize it? Meenah: no and its weirding me out Horuss: 8=D < why, it is my smiling face, you s*lly, utterly superior person, you. Goggles and all. Can't you see? Meenah: I Meenah: guess?? Meenah: its disturbin as heck to me for whatever reason Horuss: 8=D < The last thing I desire is to disconcert our prodigal empress. Horuss: 8=D < I just thought i would try smiling permanently and uncompromisingly, rather than resorting to all those disgruntled e%pressions I usually trot out. Meenah: why the eff would you want to do that Horuss: 8=D < It was on Meulin's suggestion, actually Meenah: huh?? Horuss: 8=D < Oh, I guess you must not have herd. She and I have developed quite a STRONG and stable moirallegience recently. Meenah: daaaaang Meenah: that matchup makes no glubbin sense dude Horuss: 8=D < E%actly. Whoof would have thought? If you a%ed me before we all died whether I would consider romantically pairing with a r*d*culous midb100d, let alone Ms. Leijon of all people, I'd probably have died regardless, due to laughter-induced asphy%iation. Horuss: 8=D < But do you know what it was that finally cleared the sweat steam-induced fog from my goggles? It was meeting out post-scratch counterparts. Horuss: 8=D < Seeing our corresponding young alternians, why it threatened to produce a tear-induced f100d of the inside of my goggles. Horuss: 8=D < Their relationship in spite of the STRONG class disparity I found to be so moving, so pure. It made me reconsider my perspective on Meulin entirely, who horsenestly I'd hardly ever given a second thought. Horuss: 8=D < It's funny don't you think? How our young ancestors took to a completely different social configuration, making for some rather odd pairings, both platonic and otherwise. A whole host of counterintuitive minglings, up and down the hemospectrum with no regard for class compatibility. And yet it all seems to make a stronge amount of sense. Neigh, I might go as far as saying it's all oddly rather... Horuss: 8=D < T*tillating? Or no, perhaps what I mean is some of their Alternian indescretions feel a bit, I don't know... Horuss: 8=D < Naughty? Horuss: 8=D < Oh Ph**ey, that's not what I meant either. (Pardon my p*ttymouth.) Now you'll probably mistake me for some kind of r*scally deviant. Meenah: man why yall still act like you give a heap of manure about dating down on the spectrum Meenah: you and nitram been a thing for how long now Horuss: 8=D < Yes, but no one was supposed to know about that! Horuss: 8=D < That was always to be my own private, um, e%ploration. I had no intention of creating such a stirrup. Horuss: 8=D < It was only to be a very private, feeling dalliance with a BUOY but the whole thing became so quickly scandalized. Horuss: 8=D < And soon other were whisked into it such as you and the vengeful rust b100d, and... well, imagine my embarrassment. Trust me, the last thing i wanted was for royalty as yourself to know i was pursuing forbidden b100d. To be caught with my hoof in the chocolate jar, so to nicker. Meenah: ill Horuss: 8=D < And I suppose I would have clopped my hands of the matter after the big k*rfuffle, but... Horuss: 8=D < I guess I didn't e%pect to fall in love. Horuss: 8=D < It is true. I am not ashamed to say it. I fell mane over hooves. Phan