8th Event Ζ Action for Everywhere Τ Fourth Wall Event!

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[WHY DOES THE WORLD HATE HIM

WHY

HE DID NOTHING TO IT

But for whatever reason, the world is glitching out around him in particular, and he somehow keeps finding himself landing in a tree. Or a cactus. Or an icy mountain face. Or a roof. Really, he's traveling around both Johto and Kanto, and he's getting a good view of every somewhat elevated surface out there.

So WHEREVER you are, there's the sound of a squeak yipe startled noise above you. And when you look up, there is a thoroughly frazzled genius sitting (or falling) about ten feet up.]

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[3_butterflies]

[She tries to urge him to sit down, the poor dear, and moves her wings a bit to pet at him. Almost like fingers. Yes pony anatomy is weird as hell.]

Yes, it is... We try to take very good care of our coats every day. And Pegasi have to preen their feathers every day to keep them nice and neat.

[she figures indulging his questions will help calm him down.]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[He is being pet by a wing. That is a thing that is happening.

Yes, sitting down is a good idea.

He slowly slides to his knees, keeping a hold on her, one finger curiously moving against her neck to feel her soft coat. The softness helps soothe him a little, but he's still very jittery.]

How do you do any of that? You don't have fingers to pick combs or brushes up, and your noses aren't built to preen feathers...

[3_butterflies]

You can be surprised what a good hoof can do.

[And to prove it, there's a stick nearby that had fallen from the tree he was in. And she picks it up.

Her hoof picks up a stick without fingers. Fuck physics.]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

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...You know, I'm not even surprised anymore.

[But that's exhausting to watch after the day he's had. He rests his head against her shoulder, and he feels so heavy. He could fall asleep on top of her if they aren't careful.]

[3_butterflies]

[She's perfectly okay with that, btw. She nuzzles him a little, murmuring a lullaby.]

Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head... Hush now, quiet now, it's time to go to bed...

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[He is being snuggled by a technicolor pony. Who is singing him a lullaby.

He has to wonder if anyone slipped him anything.

But hell, might as well go along with it. He's battered, tired, and possibly tripping. He absently touches her wings, running his fingers very lightly against her feathers, and he lets his eyes drift closed. He might pretend to not remember this part later, but right now, he's going to allow her to take care of him.]