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 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.]

[rewritethis]

[He catches it one-handed, scrunching it up with no regard for the fabric - and then, without stopping or winding down in any way, attempts to bring it down over her head like a rolled-up, weirdly-shaped newspaper.] Don't act like I'm such a shrimp I might as well be a girl for all the details you can make out without a magnifying glass!!

[...though, is that really what he's sore about?]

[elementofloyalty]

[Ed used Waistcoat! ...it's not very effective! Not for a pony used to crashing into cliffs head-first without harm!]

You've sure got the mane for it, Ed! How long is it outside of the braid, anyway?

[She reaches around him for his braid -- which probably has no hope of succeeding, because hoof.]

[rewritethis]

Screw you! [Also because his free hand immediately flies up to grab that foreleg by the ankle and push back. It may not be the best way to disentangle her, though.] Leave it alone!

[elementofloyalty]

Come on! [She starts reaching with her other hoof, still without any real hope or intent of actually reaching the braid.] Wear your mane down for once! You don't have a tail, but at least half your body can look stylish!

[rewritethis]

[Since neither of his hands are free, he jerks his head back, trying to flick his braid out of her reach.] I look just fine, you idiot! We went over this! ...And it's not a damn mane!

[elementofloyalty]

Come on, let's see! {She continues to swat in its direction, though being scrupulously careful not to smack him in the head with a hoof.] Even I wear my mane all groomed pretty sometimes!

[rewritethis]

Like hell you're grooming me! [He gives her a shove, probably mostly ineffectual since he's reluctant to let go of the waistcoat now.]

[elementofloyalty]

[Her giggling is a complete contrast to his raging and shoving.] Then how about a -- PONYTAIL?!

[Giggling? No, outrageous laughter.]

[rewritethis]

[If he carries on grinding his teeth like this for much longer, he's not going to have any left.] Why the hell are you even still in here?!

[elementofloyalty]

[She suddenly slides her hooves beneath his arms, then turns a backflip in midair with him! It's quick enough that before he can even freak out he's right-side-up again and his feet back on the floor.]

[That isn't an answer to him, but it might be one to her!]

[rewritethis]

Hrk...!

[His feet hit the floor rather heavily.]

Stop doing that! I'm gonna be sick! [He doesn't look remotely close to it, of course; he has more than enough energy to glare at her.]

[elementofloyalty]

[She just laughs openly again.]

You are not and you know it. I've seen you move when you're really fired up, you put yourself through ten times worse without blinking an eye!

[rewritethis]

[He's mollified by the flattery, but not completely.] That and getting thrown around a room with no warning by some jerk who can't keep her hooves to herself aren't exactly the same thing, you know.

[elementofloyalty]

It doesn't count as 'thrown' if I never let go of you. Hey, I think I just figured out why you don't like dancing!

[rewritethis]

[He drapes his fallen waistcoat over one arm (she might as well not have bothered washing it, really) and straightens up.] Does it matter why I don't do it if I don't do it?