theblackstrawberry asked: Heh... humans do that a lot when their loved ones are sick, so I thought I could try it once. I can't say I know now much you make, but I can say that I don't know how much is in that bag. I can't tell you if it's between 1 and 100 bits. All I can say is that it's going towards your house.
Humans are weird.
I’d make twenty-five bits a week, if I could ever actually manage to find work for a whole week. And I’m serious, there’d better not be more than that in there.
Care to correct anything?
Anonymous asked: Ten years? I didn't know you were into older colts, or bears in this context.
Ugh…
It doesn’t matter to me that he’s a little older than I am. I didn’t even know how old he was until I asked him a few months ago on a lark.
askthefourthwall-blog-blog asked: Um... No? Wattcha doing? Need help? I can buy some cookies!
No thank you. I can’t really taste very well right now from being sick.
Please don’t crash through my bedroom wall.
Anonymous asked: How wide is the age gap between you and Boscov?
Oh…
Um…
About ten years by human measurements.
askthefourthwall-blog-blog asked: *Thwomps on over* Hi. How are you?
I’m sick.
I don’t suppose walls can get infections, huh?
Anonymous asked: Come on and slam, and welcome to the jam.
Me and a few ponies did a square dance to this song once as a P.E. project.
A+!
Anonymous asked: *Rises out of your toilet and then walks into your room* I am a turd burglar. Where are your turds so that I may steal them?
The [omitted] I put up with…
theblackstrawberry asked: *holds your hoof, and puts it against his cheek* Oh Lyra... just stay put and get better... get well for Krastos, for Sweetie Belle, and for me, most of all get well for yourself. I'm going to leave some bits here on the table.*pulls out a medium sized bag*
Okay, that’s kind of a weird thing to do with my hoof. Maybe you should watch less movies.
There’s not much I can do to get better faster. And there’d better not be more than I make in a week in that bag.
theblackstrawberry asked: hehe I can still try to sit like that. First thing first: Permission to hug you? Second thing second, allow me to put in a few bits to help you out. I spend a lot of time here too, so it's an important place to me. please?
I think I’m not contagious anymore. I’d wait until tomorrow to be safe, though.
[Deep Breath]
[Cough]
I guess I could accept a few bits. And I mean a few bits.
Anonymous asked: Currently you have the title of: RUINER OF TURD BURGLARS I'm not sure how you become something like that, but congratulations Lyra.
All I can remember is in City of Ponies, the character I have that shares my account name (but isn’t my main), has the title of Master Thief.
Anonymous asked: I love you for everything you are and have become.
Thank you!
Not sure what I’ve become, though.
Anonymous asked: Why do you date a disgusting capitalistic pig?
Nothing wrong with capitalism. All of Equestria is capitalistic.
We’re a monarchy, but we have a capitalistic system of distributing wealth.
theblackstrawberry asked: *looks around* OH! I didn't hahaha! I'm terrible at noticing things sometimes. It's pretty nice. I'm okay. *stands up and sits in the chair like a pony* It's a little weird... But I thought I should try something new every day.
It could be bigger, but there wasn’t much money to spare. Just getting it built with a bathroom on budget was a tough thing to manage.
I don’t think it’s something you can just do. You have to be born with the ability to sit like this.
Trying to get a word in proves to be difficult, and Princess and Amy seem far more heated this time than before.
You decide to lead by example and leave the two of them to bicker like fillies. Twist follows behind you as you both begin your way, quietly, toward the semi-circular building. It’s not long before Princess and Amy get the hint and rush to catch up.
While advancing, you keep an eye out in the direction of the giant. While you can’t see it, the rhythmic hooffalls remain the same. If the shadow is heading toward you, it’s doing so slowly.
The four of you successfully reach and enter the semi-circular building once again. Princess emits a light from her horn but you remember the entrance, relatively anyway. Straight ahead of the long hallway you’re in is a curve that goes the length of the building. To the left is an open doorway leading to a room that’s too dark to see inside. The stone walls are bare. No marks of interest, blah blah blah. It’s still cold, but with your blanket-rigged cape and cowl it’s not too bad.
theblackstrawberry asked: *tries to sit next to you like a human, but falls over* Hey Lyra, how are you?
I’m terrible. You need some help up?
What do you think of my new room, by the way?