Anna

Anna grinned at her. "don't worry about him dear, he's just frustrated is all." the black dragoness cocked her head, then sniffed the air. "oh, he's not the most pacient dragon there is you know." anna grinned.

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On Duty

She approached with a soft grin. "pete?" he looked up while pulling a few pieces of crispy eelektrik from a batch of boiling oil with tongs and setting them on a platter. "ah, a regular. long night?" she nodded. "very.

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Lost in Translation - Chapter 3: The Critical Choice

Trembling and yet eerily still, it hung almost lifelessly in the air - only its quivering, snaggle-toothed grin betrayed its lifeless appearance.

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Out With Luma

She grinned at luma and gave her a light kiss on the head. it took them minutes to arrive as they weren't far. brooke finished her half of the malasada on the way.

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Fenny's Confession

Cassidy held the yellow triangular badge between her index finger and thumb and genuinely grinned down at it while walking toward the gym's exit, fenny walking beside her.

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Just That

She stood and approached the door, leaning to peek through its hole and forming a subtle grin. ayame opened the door halfway and eyed kodi. "hi, ayame. i, uh… i couldn't sleep,” he said. “ah, how come? were you out bothering katie again?” “no?”

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Cheeky Digger - Commission for Flamesofsorrow

"I cannot believe you have the audacity to abandon me after you had promised your assistance! I have a schedule and product line to maintain you know!" Rarity was furious, and her stomping around in the back of her shop was not putting Spike or...

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The Boy Next Door

The evening drew in on that mild, early-spring suburban night - like the sudden and close embrace of a set of freshly donned - yet air dried - pyjama bottoms; as Spangle hopped off of the road bike that he used to get himself to and from work, he too...

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