There are times where I just want to get out of the house for a little while.  Some of those times is because Vinyl is trying to murder my eardrums.  Some other times are just because I’m simply bored.  This time, it’s neither of those times.  This time, Father has come over to visit, and he and Bluebelle are currently… well… cuddling on the couch and just being all around awkward to be around.  Doesn’t my father have a house of his own he can oh, I don’t know… do this stuff at without bothering me?  But, anyways, that’s why I’m out of the house.  

I’m fine with those two, but I swear Bluebelle acts like she’s a middle school filly around him.  I get it, she loves the aspect of finally having a guy she can trust around, but at this point I feel it’s a little excessive.  When Vinyl and I first got together, we weren’t this… feelsy.

Besides, I should probably start walking a little bit more, anyways.  Bluebelle’s cooking has done a number on my body as of recently.  I poke my stomach with a hoof, and frown as it feel like I’m poking a bag of pudding.  Okay, maybe a lot of walking.  I’ll also note to pick up more pudding, while on the topic.

An hour should do, right?  An hour out of the house to give father and Bluebelle some time to themselves seems reasonable.  Maybe two to be safe.  Oh, bloody hell, I might as well go see a movie.  Next time something like this happens, those two are going to get an earful from me.

I trot down the street, letting the cool, summer air breeze through my coat.  Even in the summer, Canterlot is still cold.  Though, it’s a pleasant cold.  One where you don’t need a jacket.  And when the wind isn’t blowing, the sun has a moment to shine its warmth on me before the wind hurries back in.

As I approach the street corner, I notice that there’s a second pair of hoofsteps rather close to me.  I look around, and notice a familiar pony walking next to me.

“Eyo, Tavioso,” she says casually.

Moondancer certainly knows how to show up without notice.  However, I’m a little surprised that she didn’t make a grand, ridiculous entrance.  I was half expecting a gate to Tartarus to appear in front of me and have her float out of it wearing a black cloak and a burning scepter.

But, this is still nice.

“Afternoon, Moondancer,” I say back to her. “What brings you around these parts?”

She shrugs.  “It’s my day off; wanted to chill with my buds.  So, wanna hang out?”

I smile.  “Sure, I needed to get out of the house for a while, anyway.”

She raises a brow at me.  “Wa’s going on, brah?”

I roll my eyes.  “My father, that’s ‘what’s going on’.  He has his own house—I don’t see why he can’t spend his quality time with Bluebelle there.”

Moondancer looks puzzled.  “Quality time—WOOOAAAAAAAHHHH!  Wooaaaahh wo ho ho ho WOAH!  Dude, wait… so they’re like, dating?”

I nod.  “Yes, did I not tell you yet?”

“No!”

Huh, guess Moondancer slipped my mind of ‘ponies that I gossip to about my personal life’.  “Well, yes, my father and Bluebelle are dating.  It happened about a week ago.”

Moondancer clamped a hoof to her mouth, desperately trying to contain her laughter.  “So wait… if your dad is dating Vinyl’s mom… doesn’t that mean…”

I sigh, dramatically.  “No, Moondancer.  They’re not married, so it doesn’t mean I’m engaged to my step-sister.”

She burst out laughing.  I groan, glaring at her until she stops.  “Ahahaha!  Doesn’t make it any less hilarious!”

“Yes, I’m well aware of how weird this whole situation is.  Vinyl and I are still getting used to it, and it doesn’t help when those two are cuddling on my couch!  Do you see now why I needed to get out of the house?”

Moondancer recovered from her laughter, taking a few breaths and cracking her joints.  “Yeah, I getchya.  Oh!”  She starts jumping up and down.  “Speaking of lovey-dovey stuff, I gotta coltfriend!”  She finishes in a sing song tone.

I smile at her, “Oooh, really?”  I reply, genuinely interested.

She nods.  “Yep!  He’s really good at magic and combat, just like me!”  She trades in jumping for circling around me.  “Oooh, he’s so perfect!  I’ve always wanted a colt-slash-marefriend that I can practice dangerous magic on as well as one v one with my epic sword skills!”

I chuckle.  “That’s wonderful, Moondancer.”

“Sure is!  Now, I can stop singing ‘I wish that I had Vinny’s girl’ to myself.”

I roll my eyes.  “Anyway, so why are you spending your day off with me instead of him?”

She waves me off.  “Cus he’s sleeping.”

“Sleeping?  It’s one in the afternoon.”

She shrugs.  “Well, he is a thestral.  Doesn’t really stay awake during the day.”

I blink at that.  Moondancer’s dating a bat-pony?  I’m… not surprised, actually.  “Oh… alright then.  So, how did you two meet?”

Moondancer stopped circling me and settled on my right.  “Well, I’ve actually known him for a while, but we got together a few days ago.”  She pauses to laugh.  “Oh, sweet Celestia, this story is gonna be a good one to tell!  But, first…,” she stopped, pointing her hoof to the street where an old rug sits, “why don’t you come with me, little girl, on a magic carpet ride~!”

I stare at the rug.  “Uhhh…”

The rug bursts into flames.  “Nevermind, actually.  I don’t have a license for magic carpets… yet.”  She points further ahead of us, where a carriage is parked.  “However, I do have a carriage!”

I look over the wooden carriage.  It was small with a roof, door, and a curtain over the window.  It had a flat roof with what looked like a hammock on top strung up by two wooden poles.  I look back to Moondancer.  “This is... yours?”

She nods.  “Yep!  Being a student at CSGU comes with its perks—mainly the government grants, if you know how to justify them.  Wanna go for a ride?”

I take one last look at the vehicle before shrugging.  “Sure.”  Before anything else is said or done, there is a flash of light, and my mind flips upside down for a split second.  I shake my head and regain my senses.  What the bloody hell was—huh?  I’m on top of the wagon, now?  Moondancer must have teleported me up here.  I glare at said unicorn.  “Y’know, thanks for the warning.”

She waves me off, jumping onto the hammock.  “Pssh, lightweight.”

I roll my eyes.  “So, where are we going?”

She stretches on the hammock.  “Man, I don’t know.  I just wanna relax, y’know?  Take a drive through the city under the warm sun.”  She rolls over, laying on half of the hammock, and patting the netting.

I give her a look.

“There’s room for two.  I’m, like, literally half your size.”  

My eyes narrow.

“No homo, bro.”

An eyebrow raises.

She sighs.  “Fine.”  With a spark from her horn, a hatch in the middle of the roof opens up and another hammock unfurls out, tying itself on two more wooden poles.  I smile, laying down on my own hammock.  “Can’t even snuggle with my second best friend on a hammock under the sun while strolling through the city in a totallyplatonic-and-non-homosexual way.”

“Let’s just go,” I say, stopping her before she continues on her senseless rant. “Who’s pulling, by the way?”

She smirks.  “Me.”  Another spark of magic, and four lasers shoot out of her horn and impact the wheels.  The carriage suddenly jerks forward, cruising at a moderate speed down the neighborhood.  “I know, I know, you can praise me now.”

I look down at the wheels.  “Huh, a self driving carriage,” I shrug, “unicorns…”  

“Aren’t we great?”  She yawns.  “Magic is the best.  Wouldn’t know how to live without it.  Anyway, almost forgot!  So, how me and Skipper got together!  You’re in for a tale.”

I smile.  “Go on, then—amuse me.”

“Don’t I always?”  She smirks.  “Anyway, so I knew him for a while before we got together.  His little brother was a huge fuckin’ nerd and he and his nerd friends got together to do nerd stuff all the time.  I would always randomly appear whenever I had time to join them cus it, well, looked like fun, but you know how nerdy teenagers are: ‘I-is that a… a girl?  Panic!’.  So… yea, I would usually just pick on em for practicing black magic cus y’know, Ley Keeper and all.  So, one day, Skipper comes up and, quite literally, says: ‘M-M-Moondancer!  I must confess my undying love for thee!’”

“Confident stallion, I’ll give him that.”  I giggle.  

Moondancer laughs as well.  "Yeah… so I played along as the ‘shy tsundere anime girl’ and started stuttering and calling him a baka.  But… he was being serious.  He wanted to go out with me and all that.  I let him down gently, cus I really didn’t see myself with someone like him.”

“Why not?”

She looks at me.  "He’s just… not ideal.  This is probably gonna sound really bad, and maybe a bit racist, but I have very specific standards when it comes to dating someone.  I want to find a pony that’s just as perfect as me to spend the rest of my life with.  A pony who’s just as powerful as me when it comes to magic.  A pony that’s as smart—or smarter—than me, so I can have really cool intellectual conversations with.  A pony that knows how to fight so I can spar with them for the fun of it.  A pony that’s not afraid to do random, crazy shit for no reason whatsoever.  Somepony who just wants to make life a little more enjoyable.”

“Somepony like you?"  Narcissistic, much.

Moondancer nods and smiles.  “Exactly!  If I could find somepony exactly like me, my life would be perfect.  If I could make a perfect clone of myself, I’d fucking do it.”

Talk about narcissism.  “What about Vinyl?”

“Hmm?  What about ‘er?”

“You’re ‘specific standards’ don’t really seem to match up with Vinyl.  How did you two end up together?”

Moondancer grumbled and looked away.  “I was a stupid teenager, alright?  I wasn’t proud of myself back then.  I just… had never been in a relationship before… and the opportunity was there and I said ‘fuck it!’ because my raging hormones were overpowering my logical side of my brain, alright?”

I nod.  “Alright, I get it.  We’ve all made mistakes in the past that we’re not proud of.  I know I’ve had my fair share of those.”

Moondancer nods and gets more comfortable in her hammock.  “Yeah, I feel ya.  Anyway, back on track.  So… yeah at the time he wasn’t ideal, so I kinda blew him off at every attempt he made.  After a while of constantly asking me out, I made him a deal.”

“A deal?” I ask.

She nods.  “Yep.  I told him that the day he can beat me in combat, I’ll be his girlfriend.  He already had the smarts part down, but he was completely magically inept, had no fighting spirit to him, and was a social trainwreck.  If he could become strong enough, both magically and physically, to beat me, he would be good enough to fit my standards.  

“So every time I saw him, he would challenge me… and fail miserably.  For a while, I didn’t see him, and I thought he gave up on me.  That is until a few days after the cruise, when I was attacked by a thestral.  I put up a damn good fight ‘cus, y’know, I didn’t know who it was, but... I was beaten.  He had me pinned down, put down his hood, and even though his coat and mane changed, I still noticed it was him.”

Moondancer smiles and looks to the sky.  “He looked at me with the shittiest of shit-eatin’ grins and said: ‘I win’.  Sweet Faust I was so riled up by that I just grabbed him and made out with him right there.  Can you believe that?  He was so determined to get with me that he joined Luna’s Night Guard!”

I shift position on the hammock, getting more comfortable.  “Now that’s a love story if I’ve ever heard of one.”

She smiles.  “Yeah.  My life is full of interesting stories.  Someone should really write about them.”  She looks off to the side.

I raise a brow.  “What are you staring at?”

She shook her head.  “Nothing.”  After popping a few joints and groaning, she rolled onto her stomach.  “Ahhhh… I need more days off.  Beatin’ the shit out of crazy cultist gets tiring sometimes.  Not to mention school work in general.  Luckily I only got a few weeks left ‘till the semester is over, and I’m done with that school forever.”

As she stretched her forelegs, I notice a faint indent in her coat.  Upon closer examination, I realize that it is a scar.  It ran down the side of her chest halfway to her flanks.  I stare curiously at it.  “Moondancer, what happened?”  I ask while pointing at it.

She looks over her body, eyes falling on the wound.  “Oh that’s a scar.  Let’s see… this one was… uhhh… oh yeah!  Some dudes were sacrificing pigs and I came in to stop ‘em.  One of ‘em caught me off guard and—” she made a sound akin to a dramatised knife slicing into a body.

I stare at the scar for several more seconds.  “Oh my… is your job really that dangerous all the time?”

She shrugs.  “Sometimes.  Most of ‘em go quietly, but the more fanatic ones prefer to fight back.”  She smiles wickedly.  “I like it when they don’t go quietly.”

I look back to the sky, sighing.  As a Ley Keeper, I’ve known that Moondancer puts herself at risk sometimes, but I’ve never known the full specifics of what she does.  Most of the time when I ask, she’s not allowed to tell me many details.  “Moondancer?”

“Hmm?” she replies, eyes closed and enjoying the comfort of the cool air and warm sun.

The question I am about to ask stays put.  I’m not even sure if it would be appropriate to ask it.  But… I just have to know.  “Have you ever killed a pony?”

She opens a single eye at me.  “A few.”  She rolls onto her back, turning her full attention to me.  “Four, to be precise.  Sometimes they don’t want to go quietly.  I try not to kill, but sometimes they don’t give me a choice.  It’s either them or me, Octavia—who’s going home at the end of the day?”  She looked back down at her scar.  “The guy that gave me this li’l trophy died by my hoof.”

I look to the sky, taking this new information in.  Honesty, I should have expected this.  Ley Keepers are basically police, but for magic.  And just like the police, and the Guard, her life is sometimes at risk, and she must defend herself.  Though, it still seems… weird.  I would never expect a pony like Moondancer to be capable of killing another pony.  She’s so fun-loving, so free.  Silly!  Not to mention how small she is.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” she asks me with an expecting look in her eye.

I turn to her.  “No, of course not.  You did what you had to do to defend yourself.  Besides, those guys were criminals.  You wouldn’t be mad a police officer for killing an armed robber, would you?”

“Exactly.”  She sighs happily.  “I just thought for a second you were gonna be one of those idiot ponies that are like ‘oh my gosh Moondancer, you kill ponies!  I can’t believe you!  I don’t care if they deserved it or not, I don’t like you because you took a life in general!’  I mean seriously, fuck off.  I mean, do you wanna die?”

I nod.  “I completely understand, Moondancer.  It’s just.. kind of weird that somepony of your, uh, stature could kill somepony.”

She scoffs at me.  “You wanna fight?  I’ll have you know I’m a full metal hollow shinobi loli wizard shinigami demon that trained with Kakashi-sensei and Ichigo-senpai until I was strong enough to defeat the giant dragon monster wizard to obtain the dragon balls to wish my ancient trainer of power back to life in order to unlock the secret to ultimate power!  Also somewhere along the way I found a magical talking inanimate object with quirky traits and a shy anime girl that I had a yuri relationship with… no homo, tho’.”

I won’t even begin to try to understand what all that means.  “Umm, no thank you.”

“Thought so… stupid Equestrian baka gaijin.”  She yawns.  “This is nice.”

I smile as I stare up at the sky, feeling the warm sun on my coat, letting the cool air tickle against my fur, and feeling the gentle rocking of the wooden waggon.  “I agree.  We should do this more often.”

“Yeah, man.  I’m usually off on Sundays, so this is gonna be a weekly thing, ya dig?”

“Absolutely.”

“Sweet.”  Moondancer tosses and turns on her hammock, groaning all the while.  “Dear gods…ughh, Octaviaaaaaaa!”

I roll my eyes at her whining tone.  “Yes, Moondancer?”

“You got any vicodin… or morphine?”

“Hmmm… sorry, I left it at home,” I reply sarcastically. “What do you need morphine for?”

She continues to stretch her body.  “Everything hurts!  Skipper beat the shit outta me!”

I clear my throat.  “It would probably be wise to not blurt out in public that your coltfriend beat you.”

She curls into a ball.  “I-I know it may sound bad but… deep down, he loves me… he really does.”

I swipe my hoof across my neck.  “Moondancer, please,” I jerk my head to the sidewalk, “public.”

She deadpans.  “I was making a joke… did-did you not get it?”

I facehoof.  “Yes, Moondancer, I got the joke… It’s just that the other ponies in earshot might not have!”  I say behind clenched teeth.  “Besides… if you would kindly refrain from making domestic abuse jokes in general, it would be greatly appreciated.”

She shrugs.  “Why?  What’s wrong with—oh!  Yeah, I remember now.  Oooops.”  She shakes her head.  “Anyway, this hammock is getting uncomfortable.”  With a flash of her horn, Moondancer made the two hammocks disappear, and replaced them with patio-style chairs.  A small table appeared in between us with a radio sitting on it.  “Now it’s time to relax with some tunes, bruh.  Take it easy, let your hair down.”  To demonstrate, she removed her hair tie to let her ponytail down.  Her long hair then flowed down her shoulders and back.  “And listen to some good ol’... whatever’s on the radio at this particular moment.”

The radio turned on—a song with a heavy, guitar melody started to play.  Moondancer groans at the song, then continues to switch stations until she finds one to suit her liking.  She stopped on one with a different guitar rift.  “Ahhh, here we go!  GNR!  Dude, this song is awesome.”  When the vocals kicked in, she started to sing along… horribly, might I add.

“She’s got a smile it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories: where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky!  Now and then when I see her face she takes me away to that special place, and if I’d stare too long I’d probably break down and cryyyy!  Oh, oh, oh sweet child o’ mine!”

She stops singing to slouch down into the chair, sighing happily.  “Me and my friend Twinkleshine used to do this all the time.  Just sit on the front porch of my old house, listen to the radio, sometimes sing along, talk about life, and just… relax.  With everything that’s been going on in our lives recently, we don’t get to do this anymore.”  She turns to face me.  “Thanks for being here, Tavioso.  It really means a lot.”

I raise an eyebrow at the sincerity of that last statement. Not that I didn't believe her, nor that I didn't, well… expect it from her. I shook my head. “No problem.  I must thank you for the same reason.  It’s good to talk to you when you’re not, well, insufferably random.”

She looks at me.  “Man, you don’t use ‘random’ to describe a pony.  It’s not like… that’s not what that word means.  If I were truly random, that means I’d do things, like, suddenly and without conscious decision, and I plan out everything I do.  You would say ‘quirky’ but I don’t like that word ‘cus it makes me sound like an edgy weeb.”

“Alright then, how about I just say ‘It’s good to talk to you when you’re calm?”

“There ya go!”

Another song came onto the radio, to which Moondancer promptly turned it up.  It sounds sort of… jazz rock-ish, if I had to guess.  A small flash of light burst in front of me, revealing a pair of black sunglasses floating in front of my muzzle.  

“Alright you GOTTA wear these while listening to this song.”

I reluctantly put on the glasses.  “Why?”

She smiles.  “Because….” She now starts to sing along with the lyrics.  “When you wake up in the morning and the light is hurt your head.  The first thing you do when you get up out of bed is hit that streets a-runnin’ and try to beat the masses,” Now, a pair of sunglasses pops onto her muzzle.  “And go get yourself some cheap sunglasses!”

Ahh yes, now I recognize this song.  Father likes this group.  

“Although I’m fond of cheap sunglasses,” Moondancer starts, “Nothing beats them good ol’ silver framed mirrored aviators!”  The black sunglasses then turn into her aviators.  “Everytime I go to interrogate a bad guy, I wear these to make me feel like I’m in Cool Hoof Luke.  Alright so, the rest of this song is literally a solo, so let’s see what else is on.”  She switches stations, listening to parts of songs before finding one she likes.  “Here we go!  You like Van Halen, Taviboy?”

“Hmm, don’t think I’ve ever heard of them.”

“Well,”  A flash of light later, and a guitar appears in her hooves.  “You’re about to.”

I raise an eyebrow at the instrument.  “I thought you didn’t play any instruments?”

She lowers her sunglasses to give me an annoyed look.  “Hi, my name is Moondancer; I like to pretend!”  To demonstrate, she rapidly swiped her hoof up and down on the string, producing no noise, but giving off the illusion what with the radio besides us.  I’m not much into guitar, but if Moondancer was plugged in… I wouldn’t want to be around to hear it.

(\/);,,;(\/)

A couple hours or so -- as well as a lot of annoying or just downright appalling music -- later, Moondancer decided she needed to get back home to start on a paper that was ‘due tomorrow’.  How she’s almost graduated is beyond me.

As we approach my house, a thought occurred to me.  Even though it has been a few hours, I shouldn’t make any assumptions.  I don’t want to walk in on anything…. ugh.  “Moondancer, could you do me a favor?”

“Hmm? Yeah, what?”

I look towards the house.  “Could you use some x-ray vision magic or whatever to see if my father is still coddling Bluebelle?”

She snickered.  “Wow, that’s rude… and kinda pervy… and kinda hot.”

“Moondancer…”

She raises her hooves.  “Hey, man, I’m just saying.  I mean, Bluebelle’s lookin’ good for her age, and, let’s be honest here, your dad is a hunk.”

I facehoof and sigh.  “I’m going to forget I heard any of that.”

She rolls her eyes.  “Fine, oh and also x-ray vision is like… not real.  If I were to look through that spectrum of light, I wouldn’t be able to see a thing.  It’ll be like… super bright… odd shapes… it’s a mess.  However, I can use infrared to detect heat signatures.”  

With a deep breath, Moondancer’s horn begins to glow.  She stares at the house, eyeing it up and down.  After a minute of silence, I say, “Well… is he there?”

She grumbles.  “Give me a sec.  It’s not as easy as it looks, man.  Can’t just wave my horn and be like ‘abraka-fucking-dabra, all done’!”

I blink at her tone.  “Yeesh, alright then.  No need to be snappy.”

"This is very complicated spellwork!  I have to magically adjust my rods and cones to perceive light waves at a higher frequency.  Magic isn't just... magic.  There is a science to it!"

I groan.  "I get it, Moondancer.  I'm sorry."

“Alright,” She says after a few more seconds, turning to me and gesturing wildly with her hooves.  “Charlie delta foxtrot, we got two tangos in sierra oscar whiskey. I repeat, two tangos ten-four... over.”

“What?”

She rubs her muzzle, mumbling to herself.  “There’s one pony-shaped object over there,” she points to the left side of the house, “and one over there,” pointing at the right side.  “Happy now?  'Cus I’m pretty sure I just committed a felony.”

I hop off of the carriage.  “Well, lucky for you, I’m not pressing charges.”  I turn around to smile at her.  “Thanks, by the way.”

“No problemo, Tavio...raymo… dammit I ran out of names.  It’s been fun.  Same time next week?”

I nod.  “Sure thing, Moondancer.”

With a single wave, Moondancer magically started the carriage and drove off.  I go inside the house, finding no sign of my father.  Bluebelle is probably in her room, and judging by the additional thumping in my heart, Vinyl is still in her studio.  Dammit, Vinyl, I’m not dealing with another bloody noise complaint.

I burst into the studio room, trotting into her line of sight.  She notices me, turns off the ‘music’, and takes off her headphones.  “Oh, hey Tavi, wassup?”

“Just reminding you that I refuse to deal with another noise complaint.”

She smiles nervously and shrugs.  “Hehe… sorry?  But, wait… I’ve been doing this for a while, how come now you stop me?”

“I was out of the house for a while.”

“Am I really that annoying?”

I chuckle and kiss her forehead.  “Absolutely.  But, that wasn’t the reason why I left.”

“So what was it?”

I raise a brow at her.  “Have you not noticed father and Bluebelle...um… on the couch?”

Vinyl stood up in shock.  “They were bangin’ on the couch?!”

I scoff.  “W-what?  No!  They were cuddling!  Father would never do something like that in someone else’s home!  Especially when you were still here!  Not to mention the fact that they’ve been together for a week!  My father has higher standards that that!”

She sits back down.  “Oh… makes sense.”  She blushes.  “Sorry, guess I’m still on edge about, well, my mom dating your dad. Kinda creepy.”

I nod. “Agreed. Kinda creepy.”

Vinyl let out a soft shiver. “Anyways, so whatdya do? Gotta be pretty interesting to get the great Tavi off her fat ass for a few hours.”

I huff, then less then gently punch her shoulder. “My ass is not fat, thank you very much… well… at least it won’t be soon...”

She rubs her now sore shoulder. “Oh, so you got a gym membership or somethin’?”  She snickers. “So that’s where you were.”

I roll my eyes.  “No, Vinyl, I was with Moondancer.”

I watch Vinyl’s eyes narrow.

I sigh.  “We were just taking a stroll around town, Vinyl.  Nothing sexual happened, I promise.”

She stands back up.  “You’re damn right nothing happened.  And nothing will... not without me, at least.”

If I roll my eyes anymore times, I’m scared they’ll unscrew themselves out of my sockets.  “I doubt that will happen. She has a coltfriend, now.”

“Woah, what?  Coltfriend?”

I nod.

“As in… stallion?”

“Yes.”

“As in… a male?  Like, with testosterone and stuff?”

“Yes… stallions usually produce testosterone.”

Vinyl furrows her brow.  “Tell her I said, ‘gross’.”

I thump the side of my head.  “I’ll make sure she gets the message.”  I leave the room and head to the kitchen to grab a cup of pudding.  Just as I was about to dip a spoon into it, something pokes my flank.  I yelp and turn around, finding a grinning Vinyl.

“It’s fine, Tavi, keep eating those pudding cups.”  As she walks past me, she whispers in my ear, “I like da big booties,” and lightly slaps me with her tail.

From experience, she learned to get a head start...

“Vinyl, I will kill you!!!”

“Gotta catch me first, tubby!”