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]

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.

[rewritethis]

[Impressively, it does seem possible to construct a statement so blatantly baiting that even Ed doesn't rise to it.] I'm using them. [And that should probably be in the singular, anyway.] Do it to someone else.

[He goes to pick the waistcoat up.]

[elementofloyalty]

[And what a shock that Rainbow Dash is the one who discovered that.]

I could do it to anyone ELSE, too. I'm still challenging you!

[rewritethis]

Yeah, you have fun with that. Let me know how it went.

[elementofloyalty]

...you know it's required to graduate, right? Dancing, I mean.

[rewritethis]

[There's the briefest of hesitations - yeah, he forgot that for a second - but it's quickly covered up by a self-assured grin.] Right up until I tell 'em exactly what I think of that, sure.

[elementofloyalty]

Oh yeah, I'm so sure they'll let you out of it if you yell at them a lot.

Looks like I'll graduate before you at this rate!

[rewritethis]

[He balls his right hand into a fist and holds it up in front of him, where she can see.]

Did I say anything about yelling?

[He's still grinning, so it must mostly be a joke...]

[elementofloyalty]

I'm pretty sure the trained SeeDs can kick your flank, Ed.

[rewritethis]

[This is apparently the wrong response. He looks annoyed.] Well, whaddya think I've been doing this whole time? Just sitting around?

[elementofloyalty]

Alchemy, and avoiding balls.

[Ask a silly question...]

[rewritethis]

[(By now rather sadly dishevelled-looking) waistcoat flying at her, take two.] Not the whole time!

[elementofloyalty]

[She catches the coat with years of ball-bouncing skill, then slings it over her back.]

Hey look at me, Ed, I'm a pony wearing clothing! I think I look better in this than you!

[rewritethis]

Only 'cause you haven't looked in a mirror yet.

[Quietly, he kind of thinks it would if it actually fit her in any way, but who'd admit to that?]

[elementofloyalty]

Maybe I should wear a tuxedo and you show wear a dress.

[She really is just shamelessly picking on him now...]

[rewritethis]

What?!

[Aw, he was doing so well at not rising to it until just then. Ed goes off like a rocket. Whether he's lunging for the waistcoat or just trying to tackle her again, he probably hasn't given himself enough time to decide, but either way he's definitely launching himself in that general direction.]

[elementofloyalty]

[Rainbow bursts into giggles, flipping the waistcoat in his general direction with a shake of a hoof.]