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don't put my hand next to you

[There's really nothing special about the date or anything else today, as far as Ed is concerned - it's just a reasonably sunny afternoon after a spate of showers, which makes it as opportune a time as any to go pick up a few supplies.

And why is he knocking on this door before he heads off to do just that (and it is knocking, not hammering)? Well, it wasn't too far out of the way.

She's probably not even in, right? Probably off with her friends, doing... well, who knows what she might be doing on a day when even a sane person would have a legitimate excuse to randomly break into song, provided they were about five years old? Heh, she's hopeless.]

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Guys seem to like drills. "A drill is a man's weapon", one of the books I read once said. Any idea why that is?

[The... awkwardly obvious answer escapes her.]

[He'd just started to take the lid off his bottle again, which means she's few seconds too early for a spittake.]

...Nope. [He sounds slightly hoarse.] Beats me. Hey, are those the kind of brushes you were looking for? [He points.]

Maybe it just means guys like weapons they can hold. Like drills and swords and... maybe guns, I guess, but guys like to be able to whack things directly.

[Luckily, diversion successful!] Well... they'll do. I can't find exactly the right brush, because this isn't PonyvED! If I told you how to make a mane brush would you transmute one from a normal brush for me?!

[She can't believe she didn't think of this before and it has her so excited she's practically springing through the air.]

[Mission... complete? He glances at the brushes next to them, since he wasn't actually paying attention before, and scratches his chin. As far as he's concerned, a brush is a brush.] What's the difference?

C'mon, Ed. [She flips her own mane up from her face, then reaches back to swat at his braid.] You can't compare the two, right? I need a strong one with long bristles. Flying at the speeds I go is rough. I get some tangling.

[He scowls and pushes his braid over his shoulder, out of the way. Does he look like a hairbrush expert?!] Okay, okay. Well, you know how it goes. If it's tougher you want, either we're looking at something a lot smaller than these [he waves at them], or you need to think about buying two.

Buying two would work fine. It's cheaper long-term than replacing the ones that break. A tough pegasus needs a tough brush to get her through the day!

Hey Ed, speaking of, why do you always wear a braid?

[He stops short just as he's about to not so subtly usher her into the shop.] Why wouldn't I? [Possibly a bit too defensive there.]

I dunno. I think you'd look pretty cool if you were it loose though.

[Hey Ed, the pony has been giving consideration to your personal appearance. What are your feelings on this?]

You haven't seen it when it's down? [He honestly doesn't remember, and of course there's nothing that could possibly be read into the suggestion.] It just gets in the way if you don't tie it back.

If I have, it's never been on purpose. Maybe just a simple ponytail?

[Rainbow, with her style, doesn't have in-the-way problems, but then again, her mane is attached to her NECK as well. Of course, he's never seen her with her mane really fancied up either; he might be surprised how long it actually is.]

[He shrugs.] That way it comes out a little easier. But honestly, it's just a habit. I don't spend time thinking about it or anything.

[Then he goes back to trying to herd her indoors. He's got stuff he wants to buy at some point too.]

Try it sometimes. I wanna see it.

[Ha ha, herd. She's going along with him, smiling still; the awkwardness from before is completely forgotten. Once they get inside, she offers a friendly wave to the proprietor before zipping over to the brush section, examining the selections with a keen eye.]

Anything that'll make it easier for you I should look for?

Easier? The simpler the better.

[Hanging back a little, he casts an eye over the shelf as he absently starts untying his braid. ... Does he look like a hairbrush expert?!]

But they all look about the same to me.

Okay, well, these are metal in a solid base, so they'll be the sturdiest.

[She scoops two brushes off the shelf, not one to delay and dither after all, and heads for the register.]

Yeah, that works.

[While she's paying, he finishes tying his hair back up and pauses to surreptitiously glance at a nearby mirror on his way out. ...No, the ponytail looks the same as it ever does.]

[She stuffs her purchases in her saddlebag, then comes over to look at him.]

Hey, you did it! Come on!

[Rainbow grabs his arm and starts to tug him outside.]

[Ed finds himself tugged.]

Hey, I'm just showing you it doesn't make a difference. [The ponytail certainly makes his hair look longer compared to the braid, though, even if in both it falls well past his shoulders.

He holds out the hand that doesn't currently have a pony on it.] More importantly, give me those before I change my mind.

Oh yeah? I bet it does.

[She digs the bag back out of her saddlepack and passes it to him -- with her teeth, because her forelegs are busy tugging him out still.]

You bet? You can see it doesn't!

[It's a little awkward trying to take a brush out when he pretty much has to balance the bag against his elbow to avoid dropping either it or his drink - especially since she happens to be on his left arm, and so he needs to look at where he's fumbling - but by the time they're out on the street he's managed to extract one, and is inspecting it.]

Yeah, should be fine... Okay, let's find somewhere to lay these out.

Sure, right over here.

[She lets go of him finally, but only so she can lead the way to the other side of the street that borders the ocean, and is consequently less traveled for the fact.]

[Good enough. Ed follows her over and, kneeling, sets both brushes down on the paving.]

Here we go. [Clap!

The noise and burst of light earn both of them a number of wary looks from passersby... although not too many more than Rainbow was attracting by herself, honestly. In any case, Ed isn't paying attention just yet.

He picks up the single, plain-looking brush in front of him and turns it over. If you don't look at the bristles, it's only slightly bigger than one of the original brushes, but its weight belies what went into making it.]

How's this?

[Rainbow snags it in her teeth, then flips her tail forward to run it through the hair. She pulls it through a few strokes contemplatively, then tosses the brush into her bag with a brilliant grin.]

It's perfect! You rock, Ed.

[He beams right back.] Why sound so surprised? This is me we're talking about.

[As he straightens up, though, he catches the eye of one of said passersby, which tempers his smile a little.]

Anyway, c'mon. If they're out of the right kind of oil again by the time we get there, I'm blaming you.

And so modest. Truly a perfect gentleman.

[This is so far over the line of 'outrageous hypocrisy' it's just pure audacity.]

Sure, let's go. But you know, if you were really in a hurry, they were a lot less likely to run out of brushes than oil.

[She starts walking, her four-legged pace surprisingly compatible with his two-legged one after all the time she's spent in Garden, and more specifically, hanging out with him.]

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