Be Floor Bored, giving your GramGram a goodbye hug while Anon stands suspiciously far away. You're sure he's probably just trying to give you some privacy with your grandma, but for some reason, you can't help but feel that he's nervous whenever he glances over. It's probably just your imagination.

"And you promise you'll be back next week?" the older mare asks for the seventh time.

"Yes, GramGram, same time next week," you answer, slightly exasperated, earning a hard tap on your head.

"Don't use that tone with me, young lady. You can't blame an old mare for worryin' after you already made me wait years for this visit."

You bite your lip and hug her a little tighter. "Sorry GramGram, but I mean it this time. I won't ever do that again."

"I hope not," she responds, ending the embrace to lean back. "I'm an old pony, I might not have years left to wait for you to visit."

"Don't talk like that."

"Oh, you know I'm jokin'." she says, waving away your grave expression with a eye roll, before smiling. "This ol' mare isn't goin' anywhere for a good long while, but that still doesn't mean I want to wait 'til the wedding to see you again."

"GramGram!" you hiss, shooting a glance over your shoulder to make sure Anon didn't hear.

"Oh, I'm just teasing," the mare responds, giggling louder. "I'd forgotten how fun it can be to rile you up."

You huff and cross your hooves. "It's not funny," you grumble.

"Says, you," she shoots back, before her smile wanes a bit. "I mean it though, Floor, don't keep me waitin' this time. I love you too much to not know you're doin' alright."

"I know, I'm sorry."

The two of you fall into silence for a bit until GramGram leans sideways to look over your shoulder. "So, you two are going to the library together, huh? I think maybe I should give you a refresher on how to woo stallions. Libraries aren't exactly romantic."

"The library's fine," you counter with a blush and frown. "Plus it was his idea."

"That so? Didn't know you were into the nerdy ones."

You open your mouth to defend your friend, but give up, throwing your hooves in the air. "Fine, he's a nerd, we're both nerds, and now we're going to go be nerdy together, so bleh."

GramGram snorts a laugh when you stick your tongue out, but still nods. "Well, have fun then. I can't wait for next week to hear all about it."

You retract your tongue and try to hold your scowl, but end up giggling yourself. With a final goodbye, you move to Anon's side and look up to him.

"Ready?" he asks, and you nod.

"Yep, we can go now. GramGram wants me to visit again next week though. Is... that okay?"

He looks over his shoulder and the older mare waves happily. "...Sure..."

"Um, is something the matter? Do you... not like my grandma?" you ask hesitantly.

"Huh? Um, no, of course not, she's great. Very... lively. I was just thinking about... Taproot, yeah, I told the old guy I'd visit again, guess that means that's what I'll be doing next Sunday now."

"Are his stories really that boring?"

He shrugs. "He's enthusiastic when he's telling them, at least. That makes them better... slightly." You both chuckle, and head out.

You are Anon, and you're glad to see Floor more relaxed after seeing her grandmother then she was on the way here. Her hood is still up, and she's still clearly avoiding eye contact with other ponies, but she at least doesn't have the drawstrings pulled tight to completely hide her face, and she's walking besides you instead of behind.

"Um, take a right up here," she says as you approach the end of the street. "And then it should just be a few blocks straight ahead."

You hum your acknowledgement, before something suddenly catches your eye. "Hey, is that a hotdog stand?" you ask, pointing at the corner.

"Hotdog? Um, no, I think it's carrot dogs," Floor answers, getting your heart to sink a little bit.

Sure enough, you notice the large carrot painted onto the white surface of the cart, and sigh. You should have known better than to get your hopes up, expecting a meat vendor in a city of vegetarians, but you can't help but feel a little disappointed. You may not be a meatatarian hellbent on destroying your body with a poor diet, but that doesn't mean you don't miss having a burger or hotdog once in a while. Still, your stomach growls and you contemplate trying one of these jokes on a bun.

Floor seems to notice as her ear perks up. "H-hey, we haven't had lunch yet, do you... want to get a couple dogs?"

You look at the stall again, and the line of customers eager for their carrots, and shrug. "Sure, they seem pretty popular. Might as well see why."

"Great!" she answers, trotting a little ahead of you.

Raising an eyebrow at the little mare's sudden enthusiasm, you still follow to stand with her at the end of the line. The stallion running the stand is luckily good at his job as he quickly dishes out orders with a smile, so you don't have to wait long.

"Hello, what can I get for you two," he asks cheerily.

Floor Bored scans over the menu printed on the cart before looking up.

"Um, a double carrot dog, and a... classic, please." You're a little confused, and bit annoyed that she didn't let you place your own order, but then again, you don't know anything about carrot dogs, so much of the menu is gibberish to you anyway, so you forgive her. Really, what does extra glaze mean?

"Here you go, ma'am, that'll be five-fifty," the vendor says, drawing your attention to the orange-filled buns he sets before you.

You go to reach for your money pouch hanging from your belt, but Floor is already dropping some bits from her hoodie's front pocket onto the stand. "Here you go, Anon, I hope you like it," she says, holding the larger one up to you.

Huh, guess double was referring to the two carrots sitting tip-to-tip in the long bun. "Thanks," you say as she grabs the bun holding a single carrot, "But I could have paid for myself."

Since your inspector check was larger than her NEET one, you feel a little bad about it, but she simply blushes and stutters, "I-it's okay, I wanted to pay for you."

A glaring pony clearing his throat behind you forestalls any response as you and Floor quickly move from the growing line. "Well, if you insist," you say once you've stopped. "You want a couple bites of mine, though? Yours is a lot smaller."

She shakes her head. "Nah-ah, I got that for you. It's my treat, so just... take it," she answers, almost pleading near the end.

With a small shrug, you look at the "dog" more closely. There's a layer of what you surmise must be the glaze you saw on the menu. It's a clear, yellowish color with specks of what must be various seasonings sprinkled throughout. Taking a bite, you're surprised that it's actually pretty good.

The carrot is tender, and the glaze more than makes up for the lack of condiments. It's honey-based, but with a savory, somewhat spicy element supplied by what tastes like garlic and mustard powder, black pepper, salt, and even some paprika.

"You like it?" Floor asks, looking up hopefully, carrot dog untouched in her hoof.

"Yeah, it's not half bad," you answer, taking another bite. "Kinda makes me wonder what's different with the deluxe I saw on the menu. These things definitely don't need ketchup or mustard."

"Oh, I'll go buy one for you, if you want to try it," Floor begins, starting to turn around before you stop her.

"Uh, no thanks, this should fill me up for now. I just meant for a different day," you say, a bit perplexed by the mare's eagerness to spend her limited bits on food for you. "We're coming back next week to visit your grandma, we can make stopping at this stand a regular thing."

"L-like, eat out together every week?"

"Sure, why not? If we're already out, might as well enjoy it to the fullest, right?"

It takes a couple seconds, but she soon grins and nods her head, nearly dropping her food in the process. With a chuckle, you comment that maybe the both of you should finish eating before moving on. Walking on three hooves and eating at the same time is probably pretty tricky.

You are Floor Bored, and you're absolutely ecstatic with how the date is going so far. Anon really liked the carrot dog you bought for him, and now he's looking around in wonder as the two of you stand just inside the library.

He whistles and comments, "Wow, fancy. This actually reminds me of the New York Library a bit. Even has the ornate ceiling moral."

"Y-yeah, it's... beautiful," you agree, looking up to admire the art. When you came here last, looking at the gorgeous portrait of Celestia with her wings outspread, clouds parting around her, and the sun rising up from behind just made you feel inadequate, knowing you'd never be able to make anything nearly as good. For some reason though, you find yourself simply appreciating it this time alongside your date.

At the thought, you blush and have to suppress an excited giggle. "S-so, w-where do you want to start?" you ask, trying to distract yourself from the fluttering in your chest.

"Well, we're both interested in comics, so I'd say there. You know where they'd be?"

You shake your head, so Anon goes to find the librarian. He gives the grey mare a bit of a fright when he finds her stocking shelves, but after some stuttering, she points you in the right direction. Your eyes go slightly wide when you reach the graphic novel section.

"Wow, I didn't think they'd have so many," you comment, looking over the four whole shelves of comics and moonga with hunger. You have a comic itch that's built up over two weeks, and you are eager to get scratching.

Anon is already leaning in, scanning the collection before reaching in. "Power Ponies, this is where you started, right?"

You nod. "Yep, it was the first comic I really got into."

"Well, it's where I'll start then, too. Looks like they even have some early issues."

You look over at what he's pulled out and smile. "Oh, that's where they rebooted the series for the first time."

"First? I take it they start over a lot, then?" Anon asks with a raised brow.

"Mhmm, the Power Ponies are on, like, their fifth reboot."

Anon laughs a little and mumbles, "Somethings never change even across realities."

"I think they got it the most right on the second reboot though," you comment. "So it's a great place to start reading. It has just the right amount of campiness and seriousness. Plus the art's really good."

Anon chuckles and unbends his back. "Well, with a glowing review like that, I have to read it."

With his selection made, you return to your own search, quickly picking out a moonga you hadn't read before. Though you tend to like comics more, you have to admit that these books have their own sort of charm. Plus the sexy way the stallions are drawn is always good for a tingle.

Literature chosen, the two of you wonder until you find a little reading corner with beanbags. It's for foals, but it's currently abandoned, and the seating is much more comfortable than the chairs up front. Pushing two of the squishy blobs together, you settle in side by side and crack open your respective books.

In silence, you sit, giving a token effort at reading your moonga while spending more time watching your date's reaction to the Power Ponies. You're the one who suggested it and all, and even talked it up, so if he doesn't like it, he'll think you have bad taste in comics. You might be stupid, and ugly, and pretty much talentless, but you know comics.

... At least, you hope so.

Through Anon's level hums and occasional snorts, you begin to worry, until finally, he cracks a smile and chuckles. With a small sigh of relief, you return to your own book, and get ten pages in before Anon stands up.

"Hey, I'm going to look for the next issue of this," he tells you, holding up the finished comic. "It's pretty good so far."

You smile and agree, watching the human until he's out of sight before ogling the hunky stallion drawn on the current page of you moonga. An evil sorceress is trying to banish him to the shadow realm or something. You're too distracted by the those juicy flanks to know for sure.

Appreciating the eastern art to the last page, you look up and notice Anon still hasn't returned. Curious, and a little worried, you wiggle your way out of the bean chair and head back to the graphic novel aisle. There's no human in sight, and the worry grows.

Moving a little faster through the aisles, you soon near the center, and hear a giggle.

"Really? just a tube with wings? Now I'm sure you're messing with me. How can that be better than airships?"

"You mean those zeppelin things I saw up in Canterlot? Yeah, we had those too, until there was an accident with one called the Hindenburg. After that, flying metal tubes were a lot more appealing than balloons filled with flammable gas. Plus they're way faster, what with being more aerodynamic and whatnot."

"Anon," you start hesitantly, spotting him leaning on the front desk.

"Hmm, oh, hey Floor," he begins, turning to smile to you. "What's up?"

Trying to peek around him, you answer, "I was just... wondering where you were. You sort of disappeared."

He blinks a couple times before smacking his forehead with a palm. "Ah, crap, I lost track of time talking to Page here. Sorry."

The grey head of the librarian pokes around Anon's shoulder, white bangs hanging sideways as she smiled softly. "Hello there, you must be Floor Bored. Anon told me the two of you came to read together." Looking around, she adds with a giggle, "Suppose you came to right place then."

"Yeah, I was looking for the second issue of Power Ponies, but couldn't find it, so I came up to ask if it was checked out," Anon starts, before Page picks up the story.

"It was in the return box, and I hadn't gotten a chance to reshelve it yet. But while he was up here, I just had to ask..."

"Turns out she's interested in humans-"

"Well, more accurately, my brother living in Ponyville is. He really admires their technology, and I suppose it's rubbed off on me with how much he brings it up in every letter. Needless to say, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to actually talk to a human, Time's going to be so envious."

When she finishes, Anon smirks. "Hey, I might be an only child, but even I understand the sacred tradition of rubbing stuff in each other's faces with you siblings. I'm happy I could help you out with that."

The mare giggles behind her hoof. "Oh, such a gentlestallion."

You do your best to suppress the quivering of your body and try to keep it out of your voice. "That's... nice, um, but do you want to, you know, get back to reading... together?"

"Yeah, sounds good. I really am sorry for blowing you off there but I got issue two now, so I'm good to go." He holds the comic up and stands straight. "Oh, but while we've got Page Turner here, you want to get a couple library cards? We're going to want to take some books home when we leave, right?"

You'd rather get him away from the mare as soon as possible, but you smile tightly and nod. It's luckily a simple process as Anon and you fill out a few forms. Having your picture taken by Page is a little annoying, but you feel better about it when she says she'll need to run to the back to make the cards, and that she'll have them ready when we leave.

Resisting the urge to grab Anon's sleeve and drag him away, you pass through the comic section and swap your book out for another at random.

"Hey, you okay, Floor? You seem a little, I don't know, tense," Anon asks as you reach the beanbags.

Releasing a breath slowly through your nose, you smile up and nod. "I'm fine, I just really want to get back to reading."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry I kept you from it so long," he answers.

"It's fine," you tell him, plopping down. "We can get back to reading now."

Nodding his agreement, he sits as well, and the two of you return to silence. You have trouble reading again, but this time for a different reason. When he finishes the second issue, you immediately ask him how he liked it. The following discussion has you relaxing some and you begin to enjoy your date again.

You enjoy it as you and Anon read and talk in whispers for the next two hours until it's time to leave. Then your mood begins to sour as you return to the front counter.

"Oh, just in time, we close in fifteen minutes," Page Turner says, "I've got your new library cards right here, you two."

"Thanks," Anon says as he takes them from her hoof and hands yours down to you.

You put it in your front pocket as Page waves Anon's gratitude off. "I'm just doing my job. Don't lose those, though, the first may be free, but replacements cost a bit fifty if you end up needing one before the expiration date. What you can thank me for, however, is getting these ready for you," she says, pushing forward a stack of three thick books.

"What are these?" he asks, spinning the pile around and looking at the covers.

"Well, I remember you saying how you planned on taking some books home so you could get a feel for Equestrian literature, and so I decided to gather up some classics," she explains.

"Really?" Anon begins, before smiling. "Wow, that's really thoughtful of you, Page. I was just going to grab a few books randomly, if I'm being honest, but it's good to know my first introduction to pony writing will be curated by an expert."

The mare puffs up a little and responds, "It's no problem, it didn't take me long, and we're friends... right?"

Anon smiles at the questioning lilt, and chuckles. "Yeah, we're friends."

She beams, before perking up. "Oh, I'll check them out for you now," she says, suddenly getting serious. "But you better make sure you return them on time. Don't think that just because we're friends, I won't slap you with a late fee."

"Won't be a problem," Anon answers confidently. "We're probably be making this trip every week, so I'll have them back then."

"Promise?" she asks, with narrowed eyes.

"Swear on my honor as a bookworm."

Breaking back into a smile, she says, "Great! I'll see you same time next week, then."

"Yep, It's a date."

And like that, your heart cracks down the middle.

You are Anon, and you are growing increasingly worried for your friend. While you were in the middle of talking to Page Turner, Floor Bored blurted out something about using the bathroom and took off.

After ten minutes of waiting outside the door, she eventually came out after you reminded her that the library was closing. She didn't look at you when she did though, and ever since, she's had her head down and her hood up. She hasn't answered any of your questions with more than unintelligible mumbles, and she's bumped into three ponies on the street since leaving the library without seeming to notice.

As you walk towards the bus station, you try to think of something to cheer her up from this sudden, strange funk she's fallen into. Then something catches your eye, and you do a double take. A building with an eerily familiar sign sits across the street. A large, lowercase 'g' meant to resemble the corner of a smiley face...

"No way..." you breathe, reading the name. Good Deeds instead of Goodwill, but the letters beneath, 'Store and Donation Center' leaves no room for argument.

It's Floor Bored bumping into the back of your leg that snaps you out of your amazement. "Oomph, why'd you stop?"

"Floor, we aren't going home yet."

"What do mean? the da- er- the Library's closed now," Floor begins, frown coming to her face. "You won't be able to see Page Turner again until next week."

"Because we're going treasure hunting."

"Treasure hunting?"

"For thrift store riches."

Before she can ask anymore questions, you jaywalk across the road, avoiding carts and ignoring yells as Floor scrambles to follow behind you. She catches up as you make it the entrance, and demands, "Anon, what are we doing here!?"

You look down and smile. "I told you, we're looking for treasure."

"You mean shopping at a thrift store."

You smile wider. "Same thing." Going in, you hear Floor give an exasperated sigh, but she still trots after you. "We had places just like this back home. And I do mean just like," you begin to explain, looking over the foreign, but familiar aisles with glee. "A lot of people thought they were just garbage dumps made to be stores, but anyone with a keen shopping sense knew the truth. You can find all sorts of great stuff at these places for a fraction of their retail costs."

Floor blinks, and scans over the store and milling ponies, trying to see it the way you do with a tilted head. "Really?"

"Mhmm."

"Well... what are we looking for then?"

"Anything that catches your eye, my friend. We have pockets full of bits and a whole store to explore," you answer, moving forward. The first big difference you notice is that there isn't nearly as many rows of clothes as back on Earth. Once you get closer and began to look at the price tag, you also notice that, even at this Goodwill clone, clothing is quiet expensive. Must be a lack of supply, since demand probably isn't that high in ponyland.

After a few minutes, you hear a faint 'oh' come from the mare behind you, and you turn. "Find something?" you ask.

Floor blushes a little and lets the fabric in her hoof fall. "It's nothing," she tries, but you won't have any of that. Moving over to her, you take what she was looking at off of the rack.

It's a brown hoodie, unsurprisingly, but you know it's high-quality as soon as it's in your hands. It's cotton, very soft and smooth, as well as dense. There's no pilling, despite the sweater being supposedly used, and the seams are neat and sturdy looking.

"Looks comfy," you comment, rubbing the warm material between your fingers, "You want to get it?"

"It's too expensive," she answers, getting you to look at the price tag. Oof, forty bits isn't cheap to be sure, but you know a quality cotton sweater like this would probably cost about fifty bucks back home, so you can tell it's a good deal.

"You should get it, if you want," you tell her, handing it down. "We may not be loaded, but we still have some bits to spare. And with how often you wear hoodies, we know you'll get use out of it."

She's looking at it, rubbing the frog of her hoof over the fabric slowly. "I don't know..."

"Floor, we have a saying back home for just this sort of occasion," you tell her, getting her to raise a brow.

"You do?"

"Yep, and it's this: Treat yo self."

"Treat myself?"

"That's right."

"I just, I already have two sweaters, and it's not like I go out a lot, so-"

"Floor," you interrupt, kneeling down to look her in the eye as you press her hoof and hoodie to her chest. "Treat. Yo. Self."

She hold your serious gaze for a while, before finally snort-giggling. "Okay, fine, I'll buy the hoodie," she says, looking up again to match your new smile with one of her own. She only holds it for a few seconds though before letting it slowly fall along with her eyes.

You frown, but try to hide it. "Well, I'm going to keep looking around," you say, standing. "Can't be shown up by a first timer, after all, so I'll have to find a real treasure to top yours."

Returning to your search, you leave the clothing aisle and move to kid toys. You're not buying any of course, but it is kind of interesting to see what kinds of things pony children play with. There's a lot of wooden toys, dolls, and pretty much all the staples of Hollywood childhood. Battery toys are far and few between, and miniature vehicles are replaced with carriages.

You actually start to lose hope of finding anything to buy until you reach the back corner of the store. Looking over the sparsely stocked shelf, you whisper, "Jackpot."

Eyes falling on your treasure, you grab the piece of hardware, still in it's original packaging, and turn around. Floor is milling about near the front, looking anxious as she hides by a clothes rack from the other patrons. approaching the little mare, you pat her head and get a surprised squeak in return.

"Sorry it took so long, but I've got my find, so we can go through checkout now," you explain, gesturing towards the register and aging mare behind it.

She breathes a sigh, clearly eager to leave, and nods. She hasn't even noticed what's in your hand yet as she places her new hoodie up on the counter.

"Hello there, miss, I hope you and your... friend, found everything alright," the mare says, looking up to you curiously.

Floor mumbles unintelligibly in response, so you speak up instead. "Yeah, we found everything alright," you answer, setting your own item down next to Floor's, getting the smaller mare to look confused. "Looks like I was pretty lucky to find this. Not a whole lot of computer stuff back there."

"I imagine," she replies, grabbing up each item and running their tags over the scanner. "They're pretty new, those computing gizmos. Not even around when I was a filly, and now they're everywhere, and expensive to boot, so the stuff isn't donated often." She sighs wistfully. "The world's changing so fast these days, it makes my head spin sometimes. I remember when I was a little filly and we used to have to read by candlelight, just like all the ponies before us, and now there's electric lights in every home and you've got an entire generation glued to those glowing screens..."

Shaking her head, she smiles up at you. "Sorry for blabbering like that, the totals gonna be eighty-five bits, sir."

"I didn't mind," you say, reaching for your bit pouch as Floor does the same a moment later, breaking her inquisitive gaze from you. "Here's forty-five."

You slide the bits on the counter as Floor works to do the same, carefully pouring the contents of her bit bag out and then shoveling the excess back into it after counting out forty pieces. With a well-wishes to have a nice day, you and Floor leave the store, shopping bags in tow.

Adjusting your library books under your arm, you arch your back in a stretch. "Phew, after all this walking, I'm feeling like a nap. How 'bout you? Want to go home, or look around a bit more?"

Floor looks at the sidewalk for awhile, before speaking. "... Anon, why'd you buy that?"

"This?" you ask, holding the plastic bag up. "Well, for you, obviously. Can't get much use out of that computer of yours without a mouse, right?"

She looks up, shocked. "Me? But I thought you were going to buy something for yourself! I didn't know we were getting gifts! I-I'll go get you something too!"

"Wow, take it easy, I didn't buy it expecting you to get me something," you tell her, stepping in her path as she turns around. "I got it for you because you needed it."

"You should have let me buy it then," she counters with surprising heat as she stomps a hoof. "I didn't need this stupid hoodie."

"Hey, why are you getting mad? I thought you'd be happy."

"This is- I was supposed to- and then Page- and now," Floor flounders, her face an angry red as she attempts to explain, only to give up with a groaned sigh and slump forward. "... Let's just go home, it's over..."

Still confused, you decide it's better to let it lie for now instead of causing a larger scene in public. Some ponies are already staring as it is. The walk to the bus station is quiet, as is the ride across town.

Floor leans her head against the glass, and you hear it thunk painfully whenever a speed bump is hit, but she doesn't even acknowledge it. When you're dropped off, you notice a small goose egg forming on the side of her forehead but she doesn't seem to mind as she moves listlessly. To say you're concerned is an understatement, but you have no idea what's caused this, let alone how to fix it.

"... Long day, huh?" you attempt, shutting the door behind you once you're both back in the apartment.

"Sure," she answers, trudging towards her bedroom.

"Uh, taking a nap? Good idea, I'll probably do that too."

"Sure."

Biting the inside of your cheek, you remember what's in your hand and perk up. "Hey, don't forget this," you say, holding out the plastic bag with the computer mouse in it. "You can finally get back online now, just try not to... break this one." Suppressing a wince at the horrible attempt at a joke, you're both relieved and disheartened to see the same uncaring expression when she turns around.

She doesn't move, just staring at the bag before slowly looking up to meet your gaze. "Yeah... I guess I can. No more reason for us to hangout anymore, huh? I've got my computer, and you've got your books..."

You frown at that. "Well, yeah, we've got more to do, but that doesn't mean we can't still draw together and talk," you respond, jostling the books under your arm to draw her attention to them. "We can read together too, if that's something you'd like. I don't mind reading out loud if you want to listen."

She looks skeptical, but a hint of hope comes through as she says, "Really?"

"Sure, why not?" you confirm with a shrug. "And hey, now that you can use your computer, maybe we can watch funny videos and stuff together, if you don't mind me in your room and hunched over your shoulder."

Her face starts to glow red as she takes a short, sharp breath, but she quickly clears her throat. "Y-yeah, that sounds... nice," she says with false casualness. "Do you... really mean it though? You don't mind spending time with me even though you have Pa- um, other stuff you can be doing?"

"Like I said, why do stuff apart when we can have more fun together. I mean, as long as you don't expect me to watch a hundred cat videos or something."

She smiles slightly at that and giggles, getting you to do the same. You still aren't sure why she apparently thought you would want to avoid her after today, but you're glad you could put the fear to rest. Besides, your drawing has improved greatly since your sessions with Floor, and you didn't want to stop now. The little mare makes a pretty good teacher as she casually critiques your work and gives you pointers.

Still intent on that nap, you give Floor her new mouse, and then lay on the couch, hands behind your head as the apartment grows quiet. The silence isn't stifling this time, and you quickly drift off.

You're Floor bored, currently sitting at your desk, staring at a black screen. You just finished removing the plastic from the new mouse, something that took a good fifteen minutes and left you with a sore jaw to accomplish. Now though, with it plugged in and ready to use, your mind is free to ruminate on the day's events.

It started out well enough, seeing GramGram was great, even if she embarrassed you some in front of Anon. And Anon liked the carrot dog you bought him. The library was alright too, for a while. Until that normie caught Anon's eye.

The hussy, just thinking of her has you grinding your teeth. With a hiss, you rub your sore jaw and look down at your desk. In truth, you aren't surprised Anon did what he did, not really.

The grey mare is more beautiful then you to be sure, and more interesting. Not only does she have a job, something you could never manage, it's in a library, and Anon's a writer. Of course he'd want to ask her for a date.

Why even wait for yours to be over when he already knew it wouldn't be going anywhere? You knew from the start that it was only from pity, after all. You chuckle sardonically at the thought, knowing now how stupid you were.

The ache in your heart has at least dulled since then. You'd barely managed to regain your composure in the library's bathroom before heading out, having to hide your eyes so Anon wouldn't notice you had been crying. You were frankly a little annoyed when he detoured the two of you away from going straight home to instead go thrift store shopping.

Why continue the farce? You just couldn't understand how he could be so nice to you for no reason, something you thought hard on until you got back to the apartment. And even then, he tore the only theory you managed to come up with down after you were so sure it was true. For whatever reason, even with his books, Page Turner, and every excuse to keep you away, he still wants to spend time with you.

You smile sadly as you run a hoof over the shining surface of the new mouse Anon had bought you. There's only one answer that makes any sort of sense. Anon really is just that nice. With a sigh, you shake your head and reach out for the power button. You don't now what you did to deserve such a kind stallion in your life, and you doubt you'll figure it out while sitting in the dark.

No, for now, you'll just focus on putting Anon's gift to use. You wonder what you've missed out on, being away from the internet for so long. You begin to smile wider, a blush coming to your cheeks as you imagine all of the new, lewd things you'd soon find.

Author's Notes:

What Floor imagines as she reads her moongas.

Artist is Tostitos on derpibooru.

P.S.
Bonus omake chapter soon for fun.