someone left a cake in the rain

[rewritethis]

[BANG. BANG.]

Dash! Dash!! Open up!

[Doorknocking this violent isn't an uncommon occurrence around this particular dorm, especially accompanied by that voice. What might be a bit more notable is that the sound actually seems to be coming from somewhere close to the floor. Yes, closer than usual. In fact, knocking probably isn't the right word...]

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[rewritethis]

[He would keep up this spluttering for a while longer, but somewhere in his mind, a dam just burst. Congratulations, Rainbow - you plus the magic of gender stereotyping have gone a long way towards achieving what a lifetime of tragedy and trauma couldn't quite do.]

Since when were you girly enough to wear a dress?

[elementofloyalty]

[Rainbow looks up at him, one eyebrow slowly lifting, the other slowly descending, as she processes this most confusing of questions.]

I am a girl, Ed.

[rewritethis]

[Since his natural response to any pointed eyebrow-raising was to get defensive anyway...] That's not what I said!

[elementofloyalty]

Well what am I SUPPOSED to wear, a tuxedo?!

[rewritethis]

That's... [He rallies again.] That's not what I said either, you idiot! I meant in general! Dresses! You!

[elementofloyalty]

What about it!? Just because I don't wear clothes NORMALLY doesn't mean I can't dress up! Why shouldn't I wear a dress?!

[She completely does not understand his objection.]

[rewritethis]

You tell me! You're the one who has the crazy obsession with trying to act cool all the time!

[He's only starting to shout again because she's shouting...]

[elementofloyalty]

[The sheer absurdity of his premise is enough to cool her down, transmuting her growing irritation into confusion.]

...Nothing's uncool about wearing a dress, Ed. It's irritating and annoying because I can't fly my best in it, but that's not the same as uncool.

[rewritethis]

Yeah, whatever. I told you there wasn't anything wrong with it, didn't I? More power to you. [All he did was rather blatantly imply it! That's not the same thing!] It's just not what I would've expected, that's all I'm saying.

[elementofloyalty]

Well congratulations!

[She slaps him on the shoulder, which would probably have been painful if she'd done it to the left one.]

Today you came to grips with the fact that the flying, talking pony also wears dresses when appropriate! At this rate you'll become downright tolerant of stuff!

[rewritethis]

What? How the hell is that intolerant? [Judging by the look on his face, he's a minor provocation away from just outright sulking.]

[elementofloyalty]

Unless I'm way, way off, you don't like the idea of a pony wearing clothes to begin with.

[rewritethis]

[If he still remembered that she was asking him to do something about said clothes, this would be a less than effective way of convincing him.] Yeah, and so what? Why does it matter what I think? It's not like I could get you to stop.

[elementofloyalty]

[It's not like Rainbow remembers how they got on this track to begin with either -- the arguing tends to dominate her thought processes.]

Nope, you can't. Besides, I think you'd think I look good.

[rewritethis]

If by good you mean stupid, sure. [This is a bit harsh, but now he's on the defensive.]

[elementofloyalty]

Hey! That's just being mean for no reason.

[rewritethis]

Yeah, you're right. Sorry.

[He still sounds huffy, though.]

But that doesn't mean it's easy to imagine.

[elementofloyalty]

Just look for me next time there's a ball I don't have to wear an official uniform for!

[Because Rainbow does, amazingly, have enough class to dress appropriately for balls.]

I can't imagine YOU in formal wear, and you always wear clothing.

[rewritethis]

[Frowning slightly, he looks down at his clothes and tugs his coat a little further around him.] Looks formal enough to me. [...apart from the smattering of small rips in the fabric and dust covering it from when they were flailing at each other on the floor.]

[elementofloyalty]

And that's why I can't imagine it. I mean FANCY, Ed, with a tie and tails, and maybe a hat!

[rewritethis]

[Looking personally offended, he points at his outfit with a thumb.] And what's wrong with this? It's practical.

[No, it isn't.]

[elementofloyalty]

Nothing's wrong with it! [She actually means that. Rainbow quietly things he's got a good look going on with that outfit.] Just not fancy.

[rewritethis]

Hey, I've worn fancy stuff before. That isn't weird. [Completely unsubtle implication: unlike the same idea applied to ponies.] It just isn't my thing most of the time.

[And the last time was six years ago...]

[elementofloyalty]

It's SO not your thing that I can't imagine it. Which is what I was SAYING.

[rewritethis]

Come on, it's not that much of a stretch. Not like a dress.

[He goes over to the laundry she left on his bed and sifts through one of the piles of shirts briefly before pulling out a black waistcoat, which he holds up and waves at her.] See?