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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 10, 2014, 3:42 pm
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Star's smile managed to boost Hay's into overdrive as he quickly
picked up his usual gleaming grin at the sight, her also taking
his cocoa he'd made for her giving him a bonus boost to his mood
as he was happy to see Star accept it. When she went on to tell
him that she didn't require anything else at the moment Hay gave
a happy nod though soon appeared shy at her offering to let him
rest with her on the bed for a bit. Star moving on to mention
how Hay often slept wherever he dropped in his workshop caused
his ears to pin slightly in embarrassment, especially when she
mentioned possibly needing to resort to dragging him somewhere
more comfortable whenever he dropped from his long day of
running around his workshop and working on stuff, though his
mood and grin remained up and strong. It may be silly to most
how he slept, but Hay just never seemed to have the idea of
finding a bed cross his mind as he almost literally worked till
he passed out just to wake up and go right back to what he was
doing the next day.
Again Hay found himself timidly using the hoof of one of his
forelegs to rub the other as he considered taking Star up on her
offer and joining her for a rest...
And then she sipped her cocoa and stretched her wings...
Welp. There was that funny feeling again. Hay found his eyes
slightly widen as they watched the mare, his heart racing a
little as he got this odd fluttery sensation in his tummy. His
cheeks felt warmer, and not long after he realized he was kind
of staring at her and tried to look away so as not to be rude.
'Wow...' was the only thought going through his head as he felt
his grin return in full force. He desperately wished he could
understand what this weird thing he kept feeling when around
Star was, but, as he mentioned, it wasn't necessarily a bad
feeling and he far from hated it... even if it was terribly
confusing...
Going from rubbing his leg to rubbing the back of his neck for a
couple seconds, Hay remained indecisive but soon gave in and
decided he would take a rest. Taking a hesitant step forward,
much like with the hug from earlier, Hay had a brief moment of
worry cross his mind before something stronger decided to tell
him to just go ahead and do it.
He climbed up onto the bed with Star, sitting down and resting
against the headboard as she was before realizing just how close
he'd decided to sit next to her and shyly looking away with a
soft giggle. Gosh darn that funny feeling sure was... funny...
"... I-I just never think to go to bed," he spoke up, trying to
distract himself from the constant confusion as he flashed the
mare his grin, "Usually I figure that, if I just go to sleep
right where I am I can get it done sooner and get back to work
quicker. Sorta. I don't really wake up all that achy unless I
decided to fall asleep on a control panel or something. Besides,
ever since you came here I've kind of looked at this bed and
even the whole bedroom as kind of being yours now since I never
bothered to use it myself... You've definitely gotten more use
out of it than me. So I would probably feel kind of silly coming
in here and sleeping in your bed. I mean, if I took it for
myself, where would you sleep? Nah, I'm okay with napping out in
the shop. You can keep the bed. I like listening to the sounds
of the bleeps and bloops out there anyway."
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: September 10, 2014, 5:20 pm
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Star's eyes came back into focus when she felt pressure on the
other side of the bed, causing her to look over to Haywire as he
took her up on her offer. Smiling softly to him once more, her
wing stayed draped over the pillows on that side of the bed,
then wrapped it around Haywire once he'd settled in. She sidled
closer to him after that, practically pressed right up against
him as she decided to enjoy the moment of physical contact, even
if it was probably making the stallion who was crushing on her
nervous.
His response to why he never used the bed was about what she'd
figured. All worried about his work and not his personal health,
and even though he said he never woke up achy, she knew there
must have been times when he did and he just didn't remember
them... Or maybe he was used to it because he had no idea what
waking up after sleeping in a bed was like. He then mentioned
the bedroom having become more hers than anything and wondered
where she'd sleep if he had the bed.
"There is a thing called sharing, Haywire. I believe we're
showing right now that this bed of yours can easily support two
ponies, and it's not like anything would happen if we did share
the bed... Other than you getting to see how comfortable this
bed is. Fall asleep out there if you'd like, but since I'm
looking out for your well-being I'll be carrying you to bed
anyway. I'm just glad you're not a very large stallion." She
fell quiet after that, gaze falling forward again as they
started to unfocus once more.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 10, 2014, 8:10 pm
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Hay's blush doubled when Star wrapped her wing around him then
tripled when the mare scooted closer to him, Hay's face becoming
bright red as she put herself right next to him. The fluttery
feeling in his tum tum quickly became far more intense as it now
felt like a large gathering of excited butterflies had taken up
residency inside of him, Hay now being entirely incapable of
looking Star in the face as he instead found himself looking
more at either the wing around him or the mattress beneath him.
He most likely appeared pretty awkward, looking both silly happy
with his grin but also nervous and confused. Hay's head was a
mess of thoughts and questions as he continued to struggle with
whatever the heck was going on with him, this also causing him
to become more quiet as he struggled to think of words.
He liked it though. Hay wasn't uncomfortable in the light
embrace nor from how close Star was to him. In fact, Hay was
finding the idea of leaning more towards her rather nice and
appealing, but he lacked the guts to go through with it and
instead just continued to shyly sit where he was.
Sharing the bed... Well, as Star pointed out towards the end of
her response to him, Hay was a pretty small pony so he probably
wouldn't take up much room... The bed was pretty soft too. Hay
never really gave it any thought as he couldn't remember a
single time where he'd even used the bed, but now that he was on
it he was starting to understand the appeal. Or maybe that was
just the warmth of Star next to him and the comfort of her soft
feathers...
Hay readjusted how he was sitting, snuggling in a little bit and
letting the company and bed grant him a wonderful sense of
comfort he was finding new and unique and wishing to have last.
He used a hoof to scratch under his goggles as he let out a
yawn, the nervous confusion from earlier starting to weaken and
give way to a simple enjoyment of the comfort Star was sharing
with him. It was also starting to make him feel kind of sleepy.
Maybe there was something to this bed thing after all.
"That's real nice of you, Star, but you don't have to drag me
around..." Hay softly protested, another yawn stretching his jaw
as he tried to prevent Star from having to trouble herself with
getting him to a bed just because of his unusual sleeping
habits, "If it really does bother you that much than I can
probably deal with just getting a pillow or something... You
don't need to go through the trouble of trying to move me...
Really... I'd be fine...
"... Thank you, though..." Without thinking Hay went ahead and
gently leaned against Star as he thought about doing earlier as
he began to doze off over the course of the next several
minutes, the stress from the machines' pranks along with his
usual antics of daily work around the shop apparently having
taken more out of him than he'd thought as sleep started to take
over.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: September 11, 2014, 8:05 am
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"It's fine, Hay," Star said softly after he tried to turn her
down as gently as he could. "I'll just have to do it enough
until not sleeping in the bed feels strange to you. Besides, if
you've got to deal with getting a pillow when you get ready to
sleep, you're just as well off settling for the bed anyway. It's
not like I'm going to bite anyway," she teased, glancing over to
him briefly. Upon noticing how tired he seemed to be becoming,
she slowly wrapped her wing further around him as she tried to
slide them both down into a better resting position. "And you're
welcome, Haywire," she said just as quietly as before, reaching
over to the night table to set what was left of her chocolate
there before deciding to make the best of the situation and get
a little bit of rest herself.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 12, 2014, 12:41 am
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Bubo had been keeping himself busy ever since Star had gone off
to the bedroom after her scare. When Golden left and Hay had
trotted off for the kitchen, Bubo had gotten to work in cleaning
things up as best as his bird body would allow. First he went
about picking up the sphere doodad that had been used to scare
Star, his wings beating harder as he lifted the weight of the
object up into the air and then over the machine it had fallen
from, Bubo deciding to then let the watchamajiggy drop a foot or
so onto the larger invention in order to have it slam with a
loud metallic bang. He earned a kind of a grumble from the
machines over that though Bubo didn't care, instead just
chirping at them in a scolding manner as he felt it was
justified after what they'd done. After that Bubo went about
moving the forgotten milk carton, cups and cookies on the table
back where they belonged one at a time, his size forcing him to
make multiple trips in order to be sure as to not drop something
and make an even bigger mess as well as causing him to have some
difficulty getting the fridge open by himself in order to put
the milk away. Once those were squared away, and once the bowl
"hat" Golden had dropped because of the hot sauce had been
placed in the kitchen sink, Bubo went on to deal with the harder
stuff...
Milk, some now melted ice cream, hot sauce... Was kind of a mess
around the spot Hay had shown off his Thought Theater... Welp,
Bubo had all day to take care of it since Hay and Star seemed
busy doing whatever they were doing, so he didn't complain as he
found himself a rag and got to work in wiping up the mess. This
was the hard part due to Bubo being what he was. Oh what he
would have given for a pair of hooves to do this with! Being
stuck with trying to half hover half hop around in order to
clean up the spills would have frustrated anypony else to no end
surely, but Bubo didn't so much as coo a single complaint as he
dutifully took his time and made sure he didn't miss any spots,
this taking another large chunk of time and ending with him
tossing the rag in the kitchen sink with the bowls before
settling down on the counter. He brushed his head with a wing,
emulating wiping sweat away even though there of course was
none, then shook and stretched out his wings as he wondered if
he'd forgotten anything.
Bubo turned his attention to the bedroom door. Hay and Star sure
had been in there for a while at this point... Curious, Bubo
took flight once again, heading for and entering the bedroom to
check on his creator and the mare living with them. Inside Bubo
would go into a hover before quietly landing on a shelf near the
doorway, from there being able to see Haywire still snuggled up
and sleeping on the bed next to Star. Bubo tilted his head at
that. This was an odd sight... In every way really. Mostly over
how Haywire was actually in that darn bed he always ignored. Was
weird seeing him actually sleeping on something ponies were, as
far as Bubo could guess considering how rare he witnessed it
around the workshop, supposed to sleep on. Seeing Star's wing
wrapped around him was interesting too. How long had Bubo been
cleaning up?
Either way, Bubo figured he'd try his best to let the two have
their rest, especially Haywire whom Bubo very much hoped would
enjoy the bed for as long as was possible. Maybe this would even
encourage the stallion to use it more often. That would be a
switch around the place.
Bubo decided to leave the two be and glided out the door and
back into the workshop where he found a perch on a nearby
machine of some function. He snuggled up in his own metal wings
as he started to emulate his own version of sleep, something he
only ever used when nothing in the workshop required his
attention and Hay had already passed out on the floor somewhere.
Was a nice relaxed state that had very little chance of his
usual lock ups and malfunctions starting up and causing him to
flip out so he found it a nice way to pass the time without
spending half a night crashing into things.
Haywire in the meantime remained fast asleep for quite some time
as his not ever using his bed caused this rare occasion, made
only better by Star and her soft wings, to grant him a deeper
sleep than he'd experienced in a long while. Surely Star would
stir sooner than him, and even then he'd probably not react to
it much right away as all he did aside from sleep was softly
snore a little.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: September 12, 2014, 6:01 am
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It didn't take long for Star to follow Haywire's lead and doze
off in the comfort of the bed and physical contact. Between the
silence of the room, the exhaustion from her brief panic attack,
and the feeling of having another pony to snuggle up against,
sleep quickly found its way to her. She rested fairly
peacefully, the only uncomfortable thing over the course of her
sleep was having her wing laid on like that, though that simply
took a simple, unconscious readjustment to help fix.
Then, next thing she knew, she found her way back to
consciousness with a quiet yawn and a rub of her eyes as her
body naturally woke her up. Completely unaware of what time it
was, Star continued to lie lazily in bed, not yet wanting to
move from beside Haywire, her apparently having resituated
herself while unconscious so she could wrap her hooves around
the stallion as well. But, she knew she had to, despite how
comfortable she was. So, as gently and unimposing as she could,
Star tried to worm her way free from beside Haywire, even having
to lift the stallion up a bit so she could free her wing. Once
that was finished, Star made her way to the bathroom so she
could both relieve herself and brush her teeth, aiming to get
rid of the slightly clammy feeling in her mouth.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 12, 2014, 11:10 pm
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Hay reacted very little to Star wriggling free from their mild
tangle, his being lifted up only causing a slight murmur to
escape him as he quickly readjusted and relaxed back into the
bed for more rest. As Star made her way for the bedroom, Hay
gave his legs a bit of a stretch and had his eyes crack open
only a sliver before closing again and nearly dropping him back
into the realm of dreams. But then the very little amount of the
room he'd seen clicked in his brain and his eyes snapped back
open.
"Uh, wha...?" he questioned in a half asleep slurr, pushing
himself upright into a sit before falling limply back onto his
back. He didn't recognize where he was, and the confusion was
growing as he allowed his eyes to dart around the room for hints
to his current location. Er... a bedroom... had stuff in it...
some stuff he recognized...
Hay managed to shake his head enough to wake himself up some
more, him then pushing himself up onto a standing position and
doing a few small circles on the mattress as he studied his
surroundings further. He could faintly hear somepony in the
bathroom nearby using the sink, this making him remember how he
hadn't been alone before dozing off which then of course led to
him starting to piece things back together.
Ooooooh... This was his bedroom... Was funny seeing it from the
perspective of his bed and as the first thing when he woke up.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd done so, causing the
room he infrequently used to look strange and unrecognizable for
a bit.
Huh.
Hay, now aware of where he was, let himself drop down onto his
belly with a small bounce on the bed, the stallion again
snuggling back up to become comfortable as he laid about with
his eyes closed for a little longer. Wasn't quite as nice
without Star and her wings, but the bed was still much more
comfortable than the workshop floor. Hay wore a comfy smile on
his face. Maybe there really was something to these bed thingies
that he'd forgotten...
Bubo in the mean time was alerted to life within the bedroom
when Star had gotten up and headed for the bathroom, the metal
bird whirring himself back into a more active state as he
figured he either no longer or wouldn't need to continue to
"sleep" now that ponies were again walking about. Stretching out
his wings and then shaking himself a bit to loosen up, Bubo gave
a few flaps of his wings before taking off into the air towards
the bedroom door.
He then promptly locked up and crashed into the floor, bouncing
several feet before knocking over a small stack of scrapped
metal near the bedroom.
Hay, upon hearing the noise, again snapped his eyes back open
and threw their gaze in the direction of the harsh landing.
Assuming it was one of two things, his bestest bird friend ever
having some trouble or the machines needing attention (or maybe
just trying to pull something), Hay decided it would be best to
give it a look, the stallion rolling off of the edge of the bed
and falling onto his hooves which then carried him towards the
doorway in a "just woke up" trot, Hay then poking his head out
and spotting the crash site. Deducing what had happened, he took
a few steps closer.
"You okay, Bubo?" He asked, earning a poke of a wing out of the
small pile in response which caused a smile to again take its
proper place on his face. Hay went about pulling away the scrap
from on top of Bubo so as to free the bird from his confinement
beneath the junk.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: September 13, 2014, 8:29 am
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Upon looking at herself in the mirror, Star immediately noticed
that her hair had, as usual, become completely untame after her
rest. Just once she'd like to wake up and not have to spend
minutes trying to get her hair back to where it was supposed to
be, but today just wasn't going to be that day. So, once she'd
brushed her teeth and gotten rid of the bad breath from her nap,
Star set about trying to get her mane back under control, losing
herself in the task and making herself a bit oblivious to the
world around her.
As a result, she jumped in fright once more when she heard a
loud noise coming from somewhere outside, her eyes wide as she
breathed quickly and heavily, before she slowly untensed her
body when nothing more happened. Her first thought was that the
machines had done something else, probably to try and scare Star
again while she'd been sleeping, but those thoughts were dashed
when she heard Haywire's voice moments after, asking Bubo if he
was okay. A little relieved that the machines hadn't tried to do
something else, Star ran the brush through her mane one last
time before returning it to the sink's side and stepping out of
the bathroom so she could go find Haywire and check up on the
situation. Once there, she greeted Haywire with a, "'Morning',
Haywire. I guess. I actually still don't know what time it
is...", before glancing down to the pile where Bubo had crashed.
"Is he alright? What happened?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 13, 2014, 1:39 pm
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Bubo was mostly free of the pile of scrap by the time Star came
out, Haywire giving a tug of one of the bird's stiff legs to
free him further before turning back to Star and slapping on a
grin.
"Hi, Star!" he greeted, giving a small and unnecessary wave of
his hoof hello before sitting down next to the recently crashed
bird, "Good mornafterevening!" Haywire was also not sure as to
the time of day now that they had woken up, though a glance
towards a window near the front of the shop at least showed that
it was daylight out. Whether there was going to be more or have
it slowly fade Hay could only guess.
At her question Hay shrugged. "Bubo had some of his usual
trouble," he replied before returning his attention to Bubo and
lowered his head down near the bird, "Huh, Bubo?" receiving a
few flexes of Bubo's wing in response, Hay apparently saw an
answer in it that he recognized as he went ahead and helped the
mechanical bird back up and onto his claws, a hoof being used to
keep him balanced his lock up slowly loosened up.
Bubo attempted to move his wing in a way that would be taken as
a wave hello to Star, him evidently not being able to vocalize a
chirp at the moment nor move the rest of his body.
"Bubo is too tough for a little tumble like that to bring him
down though! I bet he'll be doing loops again in no time!" he
then fell a little bit wuieter as his ears lost some of their
perk, "So... um... how are you feeling? Better?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Clarity Date: September 16, 2014, 12:49 am
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4. 4 hours. 4 *hours* of shopping, and still Clarity had found
nothing. Well. Not *nothing*, there was always something in
Canterlot's markets, but nothing that she was looking for. It
would probably help if she knew what it was. Well, the
specifics. She has one guideline, and that thing is that it's
going to be for her twin brother. Not just today, either.
Every year around this time, she went out looking on extended
excursions for weeks to find that thing, that elusive perfect
thing that Clair would absolutely love, that would cement her as
his favorite pony ever.
And every year she came up dry.
It's not even that it's hard to make him happy. Every year he'd
proven that, usually before even getting her gift. But...she
wanted it to mean something to him. She wanted to prove that
yes, it's the thought that counts, but *her* thought. Some kind
of insight as to what would please him more than silk pajamas.
More than cuddling. More than when their oldest sister came to
visit. But...he has everything he wants. He's so happy
already. What could she possibly give him?
Her mental wanderings are cut short when she's about halfway
through a scheme to land him some swimming lessons (what made
her think he'd want those, anyway?) when she overhears a mother
trying to calm her foal. "Please, what's wrong? Are you hurt?
Are you hungry? Oh, if you could only talk!" That...strikes a
chord with her. And gives her an idea. But how could she find
a bucket large enough for - no, not that, the other thing.
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Clarity gives a little jump when the welcoming box bursts open
with a spurt of confetti, the ribbons falling to the road before
a gust of wind blows it off to join some more in a nearby alley.
Her head nearly receives a welcome message to the face when the
balloons pop out during the breeze, and the static pulls her
mane slightly out of position. Aw, what a chore. And she
hadn't brought her brush. But she did have...some fake
eyelashes? Ah well, she'd make do. She pulls a falsie from her
face and rakes it through her mane and it does tame the frizz
slightly, but it's much too small-scale to work the magic an
actual tool would. Then it goes back to its proper place over
her eye and she blinks it to make sure it set right. There.
Perfect.
Appearance mostly fixed, she gives a firm rap on the door of the
workshop. While she doesn't entirely believe that the strange
bird-like thing is really as sentient as the inventor seems to
pretend it is, even if it's just wound and controlled it's still
an impressive little gadget. And possible proof that he could
make what she would require, though she hopes it isn't too
expensive. She's not made of money, as she could tell by the
fact that she didn't clink when she walked. That might get
irritating after a while.
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