Written Conversation

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

Written Conversation

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(Marcel)

I let out a silent yawn as the early morning sun rays glistened on the clean hardwood floors. I always took a little pride in my cleaning, mostly because I'm a complete clean freak.

Well better get the day started. I said in my mind, sliding out of my bed to hear a knock at my door. Strange. Who knocks at somepony's door this early? Well never gonna know if I don't see.. I trotted down the stairs to unlock to see the ivory white fur of the most beautiful mare I've ever seen. Even at the party that the pink pony through for me, I never took my eyes off her.

"Sorry for waking you at this hour Marcel, but may I borrow a cup a flour. I'm making breakfast with my sister and we ran out." I pretty much stood there for a minute like an idiot until I realized I was awake. I motioned her to come in and take a seat while I searched the cabinets go flour.

Flour flour flour. Where the hay did I put the flour?. I thought opening cubord after cubord of cooking ingredients. I couldn't help to notice that something was off about Rarity. She usually had this cheerful aura but something just didn't feel right. I finally found the flour hiding behind a box of pears. Really, pears. I despise pears. I levitated the flour to the table as I also grabbed an old notebook and pencil ( or as I like to call, the only way of communication). She began to open the flour and measure out a cup and I wrote down in my notebook, hoping to spark a written conversation unlike the awkward conversation I had with her whenI first moved here and that crazy pink pony (and I use crazy as in a good way) threw a "Welcome To Ponyville Marcel"for me. I believe her name was Pinkie Pie or… no wait that is her name.. She told me she was sorry and I just shrugged my shoulder the signify 'it's okay'. It may have been weird to her, but that day me and her became close friends.

"What's wrong?" She read off the paper I laid in front of her. She just let out a sigh and said, "Oh I'm sorry darling. I don't want to trouble you with my trouble." As she finished her sentence, I quickly scribbled down I have time. She let out a small chuckle. "Alright, if you truly want to hear what's got me down it's…

30 minutes

"…and he's telling every fashion critic and fashion store in all of Canterlot that my dresses are as bad as any pony in the "backwater" town of Ponyville. That Marcel, is whats got me down." Just shock over took my face and I quickly wrote in my notebook, guiding the words away from my doodles. So why would Prince Blueblood tell everypony that? Your dresses are amazing.d

"I bet it has to do on how the Gala went." Ah yes she told me about what that less of a prince did. Made her throw down a piece of her beautiful dress into the mud so he wouldn't get his pampered hooves dirty. Making her open the door for him, that's just awful. Even a deranged killer knows to hold doors open for fillies and mares. "Oh my, look at the time. Sorry Marcel, I have to open the boutique. It's always nice talking to you." She took the measure cup of flour and made her way out the door.

Wow. I knew Blueblood was a royal pain in the flank, but… My though was cur short by a look at my wall clock. DEAR CELESTIA! I'M GONNA BE LATE!