Why does he has to have that added descriptor all? The ponies were all grouped together.

You turn away and hide your face as blood rushes to your cheeks. Flirt…? With them? You’ve never done that before. Certainly not with another mare, let alone two!

You steal a glance toward the pegasus. She’s smiling; must think this is still part of the act. She seems athletic, which is normal. Pegasus often are. Her mane and stance are somewhat… What’s the word? Butch? That’s a little crass… Oh well, it’ll have to do. Not like she can hear your thoughts.

You try to catch a glimpse of the unicorn, but all you see is her behind. It’s… nice? Ugh… This is stupid. You just aren’t attracted to either of them. However… The unicorn’s posture, the space between her steps; it’s not natural. She’s concentrating on her movements, as though she’s trying to conceal something about herself. You could be wrong, but you’re pretty good at this sort of thing.

You shake it off for now and trot up to and past the pegasus, giving a generic, informal salutation, as though you’ve done it a hundred times before. The pegasus seems willing to play along. The unicorn turns back with widened eyes. When you give her the same treatment, she reverts back to that annoyed look of hers and continues on, following behind you. The three of you head through the sizable doorway into the structure.

You were right. A large table sits as the prominent feature of the room. The figure you thought was a third pony was a large chair on the other end of the table. In fact, there’s lots of smaller chairs too, but you couldn’t make them out before. Looking around at some of the shelves, carvings on the walls, decorative weaponry, something stands out to you. You’re not huge on history, but these fixtures definitely look foreign.

The other two ponies pass you while you take in the room and head around the table to the other side of the hall.

A blind mare once told me it isn’t funny if you have to explain it.

Those poor Tetris pieces.

Why does everypony always have to say something about his eye?

Sure. Alright.

This is why the human world shouldn’t test on animals.

Perfectly good subject right here.

You decide the payoff will be worth it and begin your approach. You rear back on your hind legs and begin doing the robot! Or your best approximation anyway. You get about half way before losing your balance and rushing forward. Followed by falling and skidding across your chest.

You open your eyes at the sound of laughter. The pegesus evidently thought that was pretty funny! The unicorn still seems concerned about your mental stability.

Pushing yourself up and brushing yourself off you bid the two ponies, young mares about your age, hello and introduce yourself as a locksmith. You go on about a wrongly accused pony that needs to be freed, and the pegesus seems a little concerned. She goes as far as to offer her assistance in freeing the imaginary inmate before you tell her it was a lie and run off in a snaking, comical path, with an equally comical forced laugh.

From behind, you hear the pegesus snort a laugh or two before mentioning that she wished she’d brought food for the show you’ve been putting on. You turn back around in time to hear the unicorn drily recite a trite one-liner before turning around and heading back toward the building.

That’s not a fair comparison to make. I’ve only been with Boscov a few months.

Sensational.

Boscov is going to come over and he, I, Bon-Bon, Tootsie, Tootsie’s parents, Sweetie, and her parents are all going to celebrate together!

You do that.

You’re not only perverted and obnoxious, you’re also a liar. You didn’t look up jack.

A cupcake filled with dark magic! What a silly thought! Of course, you have no access to magic, but you do have a small pool of knowledge about potion-crafting. You can’t seem to think of a plant that contains something as vague as “dark” though.

Not that you’d do such a thing even if you had one. They haven’t done anything to you. In fact, they’re just standing there. Looks like they’re waiting for you to do something.

The lockpicking thoughts from earlier won’t leave your mind, so you begin shouting toward the two in a non-hostile voice about it. You ask if they have, or know anypony with lockpicking tools, and about how you want to try it out on the gate you opened, or anything with a lock really!

The two ponies glance between one another, still very much perplexed at the situation before them. They remain silent, but are probably questioning your state-of-mind. A nagging in your head reminds you that proper etiquette would be to introduce yourself, and probably apologize for the previous outbursts.

And yet…

Another side of you finds this pretty funny! You wonder how far you should go with this gag and whether or not they’ll hold it against you later.

Very inactive. I’ve just been playing Skyrim.