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Quote from: mirustal on 2016 Jan 21, 21:17:45
Miru is just a giggling fool at this point, smiling widely as those doll eyes of his twinkled merrily. "We have been on...A very good walk. Do we head home soon?" He asked, a bounce in his gait.


"If ya want to. Regardless of what you wanna do, I'm not going back to my booth. I don't want to smell more of that awful fire." He'll just let his wards detain any potential thieves from stealing his kind of stolen money.

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Quote from: Super sayian pony on 2016 Jan 22, 20:51:05
//I don't know where to start


[Just jump in anywhere.]
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Quote from: mirustal on 2016 Jan 21, 19:44:49
"If you couldn't tell I would be deeply, deeply offended." He just rubbed his cheek on him some more at Jack hissing.  I was gonna stop but then you had to go and do that. Gosh, HJ.



HJ just sort of. Grabs him by the face and removes him away from his cheek. Bad. "Good. It was in my intention to offend you."
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Quote from: mirustal on 2016 Jan 21, 18:48:18
Ink stumbles back away from Jack, alarmed. Those long ears go straight up, the sound of the hoof going in contact with himself spooking him the most. He honestly thought the other was joking around as well, but I guess the earth pony just got caught up with himself. He stared at the other with a neutral expression as his ears swiveled around, then returned to Honest Jack's side. Ruuub the bapped cheek against the other. Most likely the neck. "Waaaaah, you hurt meee...!" He chatters out in a whining tone. It is pretty obvious Ink Comet isn't really hurt. If he was hurt he'd probably refuse to speak. Or worse. Cry.


HISS AT HIM. "No I didn't, you're just bein' a lil' baby. I can tell the difference, you know." He spat out at the other. He's started to be able to tell the difference between Ink's-and most people's-acting fairly well. It is a bit harder with Ink Spot though, since the Fleece-pone can cry because of pretty much nothing and nearly on command.
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He was not bluffing. He brings his hoof across Ink's cheek. Hard enough to make a sound, but not really enough to sting. It was more for effect.
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Quote from: mirustal on 2016 Jan 21, 11:45:22
"The one ripe apricot in a sea of moldy oranges, hm? Strange that you choose an apricot, is all." He teased at the dapper unicorn, grinning widely. "Would you wear the color apricot too? Would you be the sweetest gentleman around?" He makes that twisted up smile of a face like he just made a bad pun and is waiting for a reaction.


He recoils in disgust at Ink's ROTTEN PUN. "I'm going to slap you. Several times." His lips curled downwards into a frown, and he glared daggers at the other pony. Not only is he insulted by the pun, he's insulted by the implication of wearing apricot.
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He just blinked a bit, almost as if he had to pull himself out of some self induced trance. "No. Don't know where you'd get that idea."
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"Ink, please, I am the big time. I am the the touch that Midas wishes he had. I am the bee's knees. The one ripe apricot in a see of disgusting moldy rotten oranges." He's gotten kind of off track here somewhere.
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No, Jack wouldn't demand servants and food. He doesn't trust the servants to not destroy his suits and he barely eats! Besides, who says that he wouldn't just steal someone's life, like he did Ink's? "It'd shatter my soul into pieces to give these peasants the time of day."
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That gave Jack a little chuckle. "I doubt that anyone like that lives here except for me." Jack has immensely high standards when it comes to class-and he has his own idea of class to boot, and if it doesn't fit it, well...he won't hesitate to let anyone know.
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Quote from: mirustal on 2016 Jan 19, 17:23:25
Ink couldn't help but squeal just a tiny bit, stamping in place like a giddy little filly. The happiest long eared pony. "Do you wanna go on a walk around town? The smell of burning sugar is getting to me, ech!" He softly admits, a guilty smile on his face. "Mmmmfireplace time is the best!" He chattered under his breath, wiggling his tail again.


"Sure, I'm up for a little stroll. Didn't want my lungs to turn to ash today anyways." Jack liked walks, if only to flaunt his extravagant suits. It's a good thing Ink Comet pays for pretty much everything, otherwise Jack would have starved spending his money on his suits.
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Quote from: mirustal on 2016 Jan 19, 15:29:20
Ink stared at the dapper unicorn hard as he considered what Jack just said. "Do you...Want to make a fire in the fireplace tonight, then? We could make some smores, too. And uh. You know. Maybe a little of that?" The pony batted his eyelashes again to the other, a small pleading look on his face. He was all about those cuddles, man. He almost acts like he's read too many romance books, that goober!


Gosh darn that pleading look. Jack had a soft spot for Ink, even if he hated admitting it. "A little bit, yeah." Ink Spot probably reads those bad romance books. The ones about vamponies and werewolves. The ones with varying shades of a darkened color in between white and black, specifically a multiple of fifty.
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There was a minute of silence, of Jack just...watching the fire burn brightly. "I suppose that it is a bit calming." He enjoyed the fire, but mainly for reasons of pretentious hipster symbolism, the smell of smoke reminding of home, and the warmth of the fire against him, rather than any enjoyment of the festivities or the celebration itself.
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Jack's smelt worse, but this was pretty bad. He already hated food in general, but this smell in specific wanted to make him spread the fire to that one annoyingly popular bakery. HJ is too popular for your baked goods, Sugarcube Corner. A small part of Jack wanted the fire to spread to his booth, just for the potential excuse of yelling at the people who took part in the fire. That want was even partially responsible for the specific protection spell he cast on his booth.
"I scammed her, you know. That mare you were talking too." Jack says as they approach the fire. "She seemed to think that I actually had a strategy to it too. Got a good four, five bits from it."
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Please, if I wanted to get rid of you, I'd be more creative about it. "Alright, come on, it's in front of my booth in the center of town." He turns and walks away, not waiting for Ink. He's half tempted to look back to the white mare and say 'I stole your money and your conversation, get rekt.' but he didn't wanna cause a fuss. Not right now, at least.
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"Some local festival. They're burning loads of uneaten sweets and cakes and other uneaten health-crushers into a giant bonfire. Seems weird, uncivilized, and barbaric to me. Wanna go watch?"  Even just calling an entire town's happy, harmless tradition barbaric is mild by his standards. There's been at least one instance of him getting jail time for his...interesting choice of words.
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Jack was banned from the fabric shop for insulting the owner's work with a very creative slew of recreation English, the doll shop creeped him out, and with the sweet-burnings, there's no way he's going to the candy shop, so the bakery it was. Thankfully, that's where Ink Comet was. No bothersome dolls staring deep into your soul today, HJ!
He walks over to Ink Spot, and he notices that the white mare from earlier is there with him. He just doesn't care that much. As said earlier, the gambling thing was more for his own enjoyment then an actual profit, so he didn't care so much if it got ousted as completely fixed and broken.
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He was playing with the bag of bits when he saw the fire. His first thought was 'these locals are colossal twitbiscuits. This food could probably feed them for three months. I should throw them into the fire.' His second thought was 'Ink Comet would probably enjoy this. Better go find the dolldummy.' He left the booth, casting a protection spell on the booth in case anyone decides to break in, and he goes off to find Ink.
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Quote from: mirustal on 2016 Jan 18, 23:13:21
"Yes! The doughnuts are...Very good. Very sweet. Jack likes doughnuts too, I hope. I got him a cream filled one, haaa." He chattered, rocking back and forth some. He was almost like those 'thirsty bird' desk decorations with how he was rocking. "Did you have fun? Do you smell smoke?" His transition in topic was a snap, his expression still the same. If one  wasn't paying attention, they might've mistook his second question for something else. You know, NOT smoke related. Ink never took his eyes off her while he rocked and waited for a response, his smile going from toothy to a fairly normal grin.

To be fair, Honest Jack probably smells of smoke.
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Jack is now casually munching on the pear while playing with the bag of bits. He's bored now.
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"Thank you for your time! And your bits." He mumbles under his breath. While he was rather lucky, he had no scruples against cheating-he enjoyed it, in fact. Not winning because he cheated, but the simple act of successfully fooling someone and getting away with it. As far as he's concerned, the money was a bonus.