“The whole thing just doesn’t sound very cool or fun to me, y’know?” you say, muzzle scrunched up, as if there is a bad taste in your mouth. “The Wonderbolts are cool and all, but I don’t wanna waste a Friday night on dancing and talking to a bunch of rich Canterlot snobs.”

“O-oh, I guess I get that,” Rainbow Dash says, recovering slightly from her previous malaise. “Some of these can be pretty lame.”

“Exactly! In fact, I’m kinda surprised that you’re planning to go,” you muse. “You’re too awesome for that.”

Rainbow Dash smiles softly and nods. “I guess I am. Well, I’ll see you around then.”

“Sure thing,” you call after her as she leaves your home. “We should catch up on Wednesday, I get off work early!”

A month has passed, and you’ve been able to hang out with Rainbow Dash several times in the interim. She is fun as always, but occasionally you’ll catch her looking at you at length, or opening her mouth to say something, but then thinking better of it.

Generally speaking, it just feels like she has something to say, and can’t bring herself to do it. It’s too bad to see your friend so uncomfortable around you. She’s just not herself.

Poor thing. Hopefully no one in her family is sick, or something.

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