[MLP:FiM] Bridles Shores Library/Downtown thread.

[Benson]

*mmph!*

The miniature stallion squeaked in shock as his vision filled with Gear's muzzle, and then all was warm, fuzzy blackness. Gearstride would end up not so much setting the bugger on her muzzle, as much as draping his dazed form over her snout. All that moved were his eyes, drifting 'round in circles, and his wings, randomly flapping like a motorboat engine struggling to start. "Oooookaaaaayyyy.. .Geary-weary..." he drawled amid the odd giggle.

Gear, and anypony else with a good eye for detail, might spot a few little heart-shaped bubbles drifting lazily above his head, popping with the lightest of sounds.

Gearstride raised a brow at the sight but then thought nothing of it afterwards, except for how adorable Sandy was right now. "You sound like you should take a nap."