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Room 418, Sunday Morning

Oddly enough, Cara had not been best pleased to wake up with hooves. Twisting around to look at herself it also seemed like she had a tattoo of crossed agiels on either side of her flanks, but it was hard to tell given they were half-covered by her wings.

...covered by her wings.

Okay, now that was just ridiculous. If she found out who was responsible for this, they were going to get such a kicking.

At least the door-handle wasn't too hard to work with her mouth.

[ooc: Open door, cranky pony.]

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Look, Cara lived right down the hall from him so it was only fucking natural that he passed by her open door on his way to get some food. When he passed by today and saw a fucking horse in there, he had to stop.

And when he stopped, he started to laugh. No, he didn't know that was actually Cara because his first thought was that Cara slept with horses.

No one said Nathan was smart.

Cara wouldn't have put it past Nathan to try sleeping with a horse.

There a red pony glaring at him and mantling her wings. "Stop laughing." Or he'd find out just how hard she could kick now.

Edited 2011-07-10 13:52 (UTC)

When the pony actually talked and actually knew his fucking name, he started laughing even harder. He kept his distance, staying just outside the room and pointed.

"Really?" he asked, realization dawning that this was just like when Ramona turned into a chick. "You're a fucking horse now?"

Cara was going to 'accidentally' step on his foot if he wasn't careful. "Pony," she corrected, stepping forward with as much menace as equinely possible. "Horses are taller."

Because when you woke up as an animal it was important to be specific.

"I think this calls for a fucking picture," Nathan said, yanking his phone out of his pocket and trying to focus it before she charged him or shit on the floor or something.

Cara reared, trying to knock the phone out of his hand. "Oh no, it doesn't."

Yeah, Nathan wasn't gonna get the picture off but that was because he was too busy ducking and moving out of the way. He did not need to lose another phone to a pissed off girl, horse or not.

"Watch it, watch it!" Nathan shouted, glaring at her. "Is that anyway to treat a good friends of yours who is currently not a horse?"

Cara glared back and flapped her wings. Of course it wasn't, but there was a fatal flaw in Nathan's logic. "Since when are we 'good friends'?"

"Are you saying we're not?" Nathan asked, putting on his best sad face. "Cara, come on, we've been through so much together. Now, I'm helping you through your pitiful pony experience!"

Much insulting of each other's supposed sexual proclivities, perhaps.

"By trying to take pictures?" Pervert.

"I can't want a souvenir for this amazing occasion?" Nathan asked, laughing. "It'd be like a memento of our happier times."

"Like when I threatened to cut certain things off?" she growled, wings flapping furiously, face to face with him.

She'd realise that as a pony she wasn't actually tall enough to do that in a minute.

"You're a fucking tiny pony," Nathan laughed, pointing again. "You're not intimidating. You have a fucking puffy tail! We could make some money by putting a saddle on you and charging for pony rides!"

They would not be doing that, thank you very much.

"Do you have the slightest idea how much a horse bite can hurt?" She'd be more than happy to show him if he didn't.

"You need anger management classes," Nathan said, waggling his finger at her. "I think it would help you channel a lot of this aggression into something meaningful. Hey, maybe you could take up cooking!"

Nathan was going to lost that finger if he didn't point it somewhere else. "I can handle my anger just fine." And channelling her aggression into kicking him in the face would be plenty meaningful.

"You threaten me every single time we talk!" Nathan pointed out, shaking his head. "How is that handling your anger just fine? That's not fine, that's felonious!"

Well maybe if Nathan stopped provoking her every time they talked. "Because I haven't actually killed you yet." Cara considered that a masterful piece of restraint on her part.

"Now, what have I done that merits murder?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "You have so far to go before you're truly cured of this ball of red, throbbing anger you have inside you."

"Is it really murder when you'll just get better?" No jury in the world would convict her!

"Aww, you know about my immortality!" Nathan said, sounding pleased about that. "Did I tell you that or has word gotten around?"

Cara was just as capable of rolling her eyes as pony it would seem. "You told me, if it were the latter I imagine many more people would be trying to kill you."

"Wrong!" Nathan crowed, shaking his head. "People love me! I'm universally popular and well liked!"

"I don't."

"You're lying," Nathan decided, shaking his head. "You're just afraid of your overwhelming feelings for me."

He'd know how very wrong he was if he'd ever actually seen Cara trying to lie about her feelings. "Overwhelming feelings of annoyance and disgust maybe."

"And yet, you and I, we just keep finding our way to each other," Nathan said, shaking his head. "Must be fate."

"Or the size of the island. I doubt it's more than a league across."

"You are breaking my heart and crushing my idyllic view of our friendship, Cara," Nathan said, clutching his shirt over his heart. "How am I to deal with this rejection?"

And she hadn't even hit him. "You'll live."

Nathan smirked and took a few steps away from her, giving her a wave as he did. AS he got a little further away, he whipped his phone out again and tried to take a picture.

Whether he got it or not, he was totally running as soon as the camera flashed. He wasn't taking a chance there.

"See you later, Pony Girl!" he threw over his shoulder.

Yeah, Cara was totally running after him. And she was pretty quick even when she didn't four legs.

Run, Nathan, run!

Nathan threw himself into his room, kicked the door shut and locked it. Yep, not letting her in. And if she kicked that in, he would totally call the fucking cops and get laughed at for saying a pony was threatening him.

Whatever, he'd still call them and insist they get their asses out to him.

So it turned out that galloping full bore down the hall with your wings out was a really good way of discovering that those wings were actually functional. Which meant that Cara was momentarily distracted from the pressing task of destroying Nathan's door as she tried to avoid flying straight into a wall.

But when Nathan least expected it, she'd be waiting. He'd never even see her coming.

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