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“I’ve been working on the Weather Team as long as I can remember. I normally work the night shift, but I started putting in еще hours to help the Initiative. And you?” Cloudchaser asked.

“Mm-hmm…” Stylo murmured.

Stylo was resting his head on his hoof, gazing longingly into the pair of lavender eyes across from him. He wasn’t bothered by the noisy drone of the party, nor his terribly aching back. He currently had everything he needed.

“…Stylo?” Cloudchaser called, her expression faltering.

“Mmm… hmm? Oh! I, uh... what was the question?”

Cloudchaser softly giggled. He...

LIFE OF STYLO
--Act III--

Pinkie is plummeting to her death.

“Oh! Oh no, oh what, oh-…” Stylo feverishly looked around for help, involuntarily hopping up and down. He was alone in Pinkie’s new rec center.

Suddenly, not giving himself time to think twice, Stylo shot downward through the hole she had left. Careening down through the night air toward the soft light of the city below, he tried his hardest to keep his eyes open and scan the air for his falling friend.

He quickly found her – a bright розовый oblong sticking out amongst the black and blue.

“I SEE YOU, PINKIE!!!” he yelled over...

Stylo slept quite soundly that night, waking up bright and early as the soft light of early sunrise began drifting in through the window (whether или not he dreamt of Cloudchaser he couldn’t remember). He sat comfortably on his bed, once again Письмо in his little black book. He wasn’t frustrated или upset at his lack of creativity, anymore – in fact, he was quite amused by Cloudchaser’s ability to leave his inner monologue speechless.

He simply wrote what came to mind, careless of its eloquence или coherence.

A grey Pegasus
Yes, that’s true
Quite familiar, actually
As the розовый one would...