“Sorry Dashie!
Said pony was, of course, Pinkie Pie. Among one of his best friends. She was always in a rush. Not always for a reason, either. Still, she looked apologetic as she helped up Blitz and picked his phone up for him.
“You okay?? Sorry for that. You know, when I get going, I just can’t stop! I didn’t break your phone did I…”
Taking a moment to process that PINKIE PIE was the on who’d fallen with him, Blitz lightened his mood. He didn’t want to be an ass to his friends.
“Shoot -- No worries Pinkie, just -- I wasn’t paying attention.“
Taking the blame, the stallion accepted the pink hand -- pulling himself up, he rubbed the upper muscle of his flank. Still feeling the faded soreness of the previous fall. He retrieved his phone from PINKIE facing down, feeling a bubble of anxiety to see the screen.
“No, hey it’s totally cool ! -- I get the same way.”
Knowing he might have to pay for a new phone ,the Pegasus slowly turned his phone over. Scanning the screen for any scratched -- or cracks. relieved at the sight of clean glass, Blitz looked up to the party mare with a smirk.
“Today must be lucky -- no new scratches on this thing.”