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The skull cleared a nonexistent throat and faced her again. “Just fine.
Though I have to ask what you’re doing sneaking into the room this early.”
“Oh, I was just bringing Blackstone a sweet little something to get his
morning started off right.” Pinkie replied, pulling the bag of turnovers out of
her mane. Bob, however had already started laughing. He was obviously
trying to stop but just as obviously failing. Pinkie grinned curiously. She
liked to make ponies laugh (even though Bob wasn’t exactly a pony per
say), but she preferred it to be when she said something funny. She
giggled along with him as his fit wound down, but her joviality was
interrupted by another yawn.
Pinkie rubbed her eyes. The excitement over meeting Bob had kept her
tiredness at bay, but now it was coming back in force. “I don’t know why I’m
so tired. I guess I didn’t get enough sleep last night. Maybe I need a nap.”
Bob stared intently at her again, but this time there was some different
about it. Something Pinkie wasn’t sure she liked. “You know,” he said very
casually. “You could take a nap here. Even with Blackstone and Mouse on
the bed, it has more than enough room for another pony. And I could keep
an eye on your ‘sweet little something’ if you’d like.”
Pinkie frowned, but she was getting more and more tired. “Are you sure he
wouldn’t mind?”
Bob chuckled. “Of course not. Blackstone is your friend, isn’t he? He’d be
happy to help you out.” Pinkie yawned again and tried to kick-start her
quickly clouding mind. There was something odd about Bob, but the bed
really looked too comfortable to pass up. She stumbled over to the downy
temptress, pausing only to set the bag of turnovers and thermos of coffee
on the nearby nightstand. Pinkie eased into the bed carefully, trying hard
not to wake Blackstone.
It wasn’t easy; he was in the center, so she had to get really close just so
she wasn’t falling off. But she managed and let out a sigh of relief as she
relaxed. Pinkie finally stopped fighting her exhaustion and let her eyes
slowly close. Within moments the only sound in the room was the light
snoring of two sleeping ponies. Bob laughed to himself, his eyes
glimmering with anticipated mischief.