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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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...You really paid for it, right?

I told you, don't take my word for it if you don't believe me. I'll even wait right here.

[She lifts into the air just enough to free her forehooves in order to accept the drink.]

[He sighs, tosses the bottle over, and heads off down the street at the same pace as before without waiting for her. Why did he even bother?]

[She isn't exactly far behind; a couple of wingbeats put her into pace with him again. She doesn't look too happy either. A bigger pony, emotionally speaking, might have apologized for thinking he was serious by now...]

[When he notices, he slows down again and looks at her. Well, that's just great. Especially on a day like today...]

...Sorry.

[She looks up at him, then away, awkwardly examining a really fascinating street sign.]

...Me too. Sorry.

[Now he's just looking straight ahead.] What for? I thought about it; it's just you would've thrown it away or something if you'd found out and made it a waste of time.

[There, he's reclaimed some of his self-perception.]

If yelling at you is a waste of time, I've been wasting my life for months now.

[Clearly, she feels either better enough to tease him, or that teasing him will make her feel better. She even nudges him a little with a forehoof to make the teasing all the more clear.]

Your loss. [He does brighten up.] So yeah, this physicist and his drill... Well, I say drill - he had a bunch of smaller ones, too. Really seemed to like them. We saw those first. Guess there's no accounting for bad taste.

[And now they're on their way to the shops he actually said he was planning to drop by.]

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.]

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