Mar 25, 2014
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"O-oh, um... h-hello, I... wasn't expecting company today..." Fluttershy's voice was hardly a whisper, glancing up at her visitor for a brief second before keeping her eyes glued to her hooves.
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"O-oh, um... h-hello, I... wasn't expecting company today..." Fluttershy's voice was hardly a whisper, glancing up at her visitor for a brief second before keeping her eyes glued to her hooves.
Manny shook his head in confusion. "What's with all the...ponies?" he asked, mostly to himself. One minute he'd been in Miracle City and the next...he was sitting flat on his butt in some place that definitely wasn't Miracle City. The Rivera boy was damned sure he'd hit his head or something. Although...he thought he'd seen that one before. The one who said she was a pegasus named "Scootaloo" or whatever? He sort of remembered her face. He waved to her. "Hey! Where the heck am I?" Manny called; He wasn't too afraid of being loud. Surely as El Tigre he could handle them. ...Right?
¥ (since he robs banks a lot, not to mention all the loot Santana has)
How the character handles money or spends it: Django likes to touch the money, especially paper money or look at how the gold shines. He usually keeps his little stache in his room, in a little chest under his bed, and the rest is with his grandmother for "safe keeping". He doesn't really spend his money too much because he usually just steals it, but when he does he doesn't really bargin or pay too much attention to the price. He just buys it.
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IC Fact: Djangos always wanted a pet cat but his grandmother would never let him have one
"I see you're not a foal anymore." Scootaloo grinned, "Thank goodness. I'm terrible at foalsitting."
He wrinkles his nose at her in confusion. “Whaddya talking about?” Manny asks. The events of that greyface thing have already mostly faded from memory.
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Scootaloo somehow managed to stumble upon Mabel singing a lullaby to herself. It appeared that Mabel had not noticed Scootaloo, so she sat quietly and listened, a small smile on her face. Eventually, the filly grew sleepy and fell asleep on the floor.
((Daww that was cute ;w;))
"I'll say!" Scootaloo shouted, "You're, like, the macho-est!"
His ego properly buffed, he looks quite proud of himself. “Yeah!" he agrees, now feeling not nearly so negatively about the pegasus pony. “Yeah, I know, right?"