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Back Alley (B)

It was half an hour past midnight as we left my establishment. The air was surprisingly dry and the wind chilly. But then I felt a warmth in my body that always come up when I focussed. Does Selenia have the same? Was that a thing that devils had? maybe, maybe not. I glanced back to my Club, a little red door between a bank and a deli for griffons. The building was not as tall as its neighbors but the basement went deep. The useless second story of it could be used to get rent from somebody. I build the club here.

But anyway, let's move forward. Selenia went up beside me and regarded the street with an unreadable expression. Then she asked, "Alright, Brushtip. Lead the way to your apartment."

She shivered as she said that and I heard her teeth chatter.

"Are you cold?" I asked and started to walk.

"No, my teeth are just danc-cing," she told me and continued to shiver.

I grit my teeth in frustration. Not because I have any intention to help her or that I do not like to see her squirm in pain. I just hate that stubbornness in some ponies. Just tell the truth, devil. Stop lying. Geez. We started our trek to my Apartment. It was not a long way to go, maybe twenty to five minutes if you walk or run fast enough. I live in Baltimare, close to my father. The old man has raised me so I must look after him till he bites the dust or something. And for some reason I want it to be a natural death. He whines a lot about stuff nobody understands. I am surprised I even ended up so confident how I am now.

I wonder about Flare.

"Hey," said Selenia behind me, still shivering like a leave, "Why did you say 'Uncle' Flare?"

"huh?," I said surprised, we were halfway to our destination.

"Back there, you called him 'Uncle' Flare. Very surprised, like you remembered something. And I am asking what..."

My expression changed to a slightly annoyed one so I said to her face, "I have no clue. I want to remember too."

A few minutes later I got aggravated with her shivering, it made me nervous to no end and somehow reduced my inner warmth. At this moment she asked me, "Why are you not cold, business?"

"Business?!" I asked confused at that nickname but continued, "I have a spell activated inside me that keeps me warm. Why did you call me Business?!"

She smirked a bit, "Because you are business. "

I started to get angry with her, "Explain!"

She giggled and shivered and said, "Because you are leading a business!"

"Is that supposed to be funny?" was my angry retort.

"No, but annoying you. Now tell me your secret about staying warm!"

I shook my head, "No"

And we reached my home