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He thrusts his hoof forward, to reemphasize his point
"It is just Mint Marine and Mala reading story together."
“The big one growled at me” he says, repositioning himself back, then placing his foreleg up again and waving it.
Silver raises an eyebrow.
"Was there something you were doing?"
“I was just in the room on my bed, and they came in, and the big one growled at me.”
"Hmm...let me ask him why."
Silver steps into the room, knocking a hoof against the door to announce his presense.
Mala turns his head to the door, raising it, and pointing his triangular ears and brown eyes to the door. Mint Marine follows in a slower movement, his muzzle following the turning of his eyes with a slight delay.
“Yes, I was showing him my books on fishes and sea monsters.”
"Well, uh... I'm thinking I will go into construction. I mean, in adding flourishes on walls and wooden surfaces like moldings and friezes. Maybe wall paper and such."
Silver smiles, and looks at Mala.
"So, what is with colt outside of room?"
"Yes, I can work with wood. That's actually what I got my cutie mark for.">>153129
Mala turns his head, and looks down. He does not answer
She turns curiously to him, leaning her head on her hoof. "When did you get it?"
I was a little colt. Rather small. I think I was around nine or so. Neighbors had just moved in next door. Well, down the road. This was in the woods, so the house was a little further away, but anyways, it was the closest house. And it was brand new. They just built it. And, well, they were still building it. My dad was helping them to finish it. And a part of that was cutting the millwork. Wainscot and moldings. And I was conscripted into helping. You see the size of the panels and the moldings wouldn't be exactly what they needed to be, so you'd have to cut them to make them smaller. So I was there to help holding them. And measure them. And then I was allowed to help cut it. Not that they really wanted me to use a saw, but they couldn't really stop me. And so I cut a piece. And another. And I helped glue them in. And when the final piece of molding was placed in their new living room, I got my cutie mark."
Mala still does not answer.
Amber grins at her friend. "It feels good to make something with your own hooves, doesn't it? I bet it's much better than being a waiter. Your folks must've been proud of you that day."
Silver looks at Mint Marine for an answer.
"They were. My dad was proud. My older brother, I think he was jealous. My mom was kind of upset I was using the saw.">>153136
"I..." His ears go down. "That colt has been trying to use and take my toys and stuff and he complains that I have it and he doesn't. So I told the gnoll, and he scared the colt off."
She chuckles then forms a mischievous look on her face. "So when are you asking her out?"
He pulls his lips back, and blinks
Her smirk only grows more pronounced. "You know, Ms. Lick. When will you two be going on a date? She's a bit older, but that shouldn't stop her, 'specially considering you've got talent and personality on your side."
Silver looks back at where the rust-brown colt is hiding.
"Is this true?"
“Oh” he makes a motion tilting his head, and a smile. “Saltlick. I think she’s looking for stallions who are out of school. And I’m not really looking to date her.”
she says, with a clearly fake frown. "You'd be such a good match. Well, you never know, she might take a liking to you."
His smile is wide and toothy. “Oh… she’s alright, but, heh, I’m not into her.”>>153141
The rust colored colt is only barely peeking in.
"Were you trying to take Mint's things without his permission?"
“Play with. Why does he have so many toys? I didn’t get any.”
"You know you could have just asked Mint if you could play with them."
“But he won’t let me. And why does he have them?”
He blushes, turns away, and raises his left hoof and brings it down in a batting action. “Heh heh. She’s cute and all. But, well… there’s cuter out there.”
She rubs her neck a bit awkwardly, "I mean, you don't want to mess up or say the wrong thing, so why not try first with Saltlick? That way, you know if you're sayin' the right thing or need to change anything up if you meet another mare you like."
The concept is novel, and its presentation unexpected, as Mustard Trim does not reply, but rather sits in silent contemplation, eyes moving about.>>153154
"I play with the toys, and they can break them, or place them on the floor and they can get stepped on or lost."
“Why do you ask?”
Using a hoof, he scoots himself closer to Amber, and moves his head closer to hers
“Did she say something?”
He takes a moment, and turns his head to look directly into Amber's eyes. He scoots a little further back and places himself once again in the middle of his chair. He places each hoof down to his sides, as if to brace himself.
"What I want to know is if..." he looks away, and then back to her. "You'd be interested." He stops and briefly sticks his tongue out, as if to wet dry lips.
"In me. For, for real, I mean." He looks into her eyes, breaks eye contact, and then looks back.
Her heart had an inkling of it ever since last night, but it still catches her by surprise. Her mouth ajar, a reddish tinge spreads over her cheeks under her widened indigo eyes.
"I, I uh, I mean–" she babbles, before breathing in and out. "Yes, I would be…actually, I already was." Her mouth forms into a shy smile. "You're a really cute colt and when you showed up at the nightclub for me, I was touched you'd check on me when you barely knew who I was. Oh, uh, I was just teasin' ya about Saltlick. Though she's a nice mare, I wouldn't be surprised if you really did like like her."
He smiles very widely, and he uses his hooves to push himself up in his seat to sitting upright. His tail moves underneath him.
"I like you."
He says, sharply and quickly.
"You're really sweet. And cute. And adorable>"
Amber reciprocates his position, letting her towel fall to cover only her lower body. Her coat is still damp but has mostly dried off, with tufts sticking together.
She looks forward bashfully. "T-thanks, y-you too…."
She stays silent for just a moment. "Shucks, colts don't like being called adorable. You're uh…brave instead, is that alright?"
She turns back to grin at him.
Mustard Trim remains entirely uncovered, still looking pretty damp. He now sits upright in his seat.
“Heh heh, thanks… I don’t think I’ve really been called that much before….”
He looks away, and then back to her
“So um… do you… want a formal date?”
He moves his right hoof up towards the back of his head, and begins to show teeth in his smile
>>153164"Sure. To tell you the truth, I ain't ever been on a date before. I wouldn't mind going on one with a feller like yourself."
She continues to smile softly at him.
He gets up, and stands next to the chair
“I…. Haven’t really either. Where would you like to go?”
She also stands and starts folding her towel to put it away. "I'm still new to town, so the only places I know of are where we work and Club Maurice."