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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[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?

[elementofloyalty]

Now put on a jacket, a tie, matching pants, and... look like you can tolerate it.

[rewritethis]

[He lowers the waistcoat.] What? I throw you a bone and your imagination's still not up to it? Ask me again when there's an actual reason.

[Then he glances behind him, at the rest of his clothes.] Pretty sure I didn't buy a jacket just yet, anyway.

[elementofloyalty]

See you at the next ball, then.

[You just got challenged.]

[rewritethis]

[After carefully considering this for a second or two, he makes an offhanded attempt to throw the waistcoat over her head.] Forget it. Besides, don't they make you wear uniform to those things?

[elementofloyalty]

Not all of them. I mean the next ball we don't have to, of course!

[And that was how Rainbow accidentally invited Ed to a Valentine's Day ball.]

[rewritethis]

[Inviting him doesn't mean he has to say yes. And, as it happens:] So never, in other words. They're a waste of time.

[elementofloyalty]

Can't dance, huh.

[She just assumes the worst so readily...]

[rewritethis]

Hey. As if you're any better. [Although his grounds for assuming are a bit shakier, considering she's just told him she has ever been to a ball.]

[elementofloyalty]

You're the one who's afraid. I could dance your legs off.