( And there it was. She could could see those gears turning in the other's head the instant they mentioned making something new. It was cute admittedly and AJ wouldn't dream of taking that away from them.
Well that and she knew Rarity would probably do it anyway. )
Ya know I
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if you don't i'm positive i have a few pairs i could spare, or even enough fabric to whip something up real quick.
( as always she would offer to make something new, after all it was a passion of hers that stood out in every outfit. plus you could already see every idea +
owner, well yer lookin' at her! Well, one of em."
The farmer lets go of a laugh, one hand extending in offer of a handshake.
"I'm Applejack, what can I do ya for?"
It was another long day running Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack as usual was running back and forth between the orchard and the rest of the farm. There was always something to keep her busy and she loved it, but regrettably breaks were necessary.
She's carrying a basket full of
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[To @applejackisms]
The dirt road leading into Sweet Apple Acres carried a different kind of quiet.
No city hum. No neon glare. No distant engines cutting through the air. Just the warm breeze moving through rows of apple trees, the creak of old fencing, and the steady scent of earth, hay, and ripe fruit.
A faint distortion flickered near the edge of the property before settling, leaving the Remnant Saiyan standing just beyond the fence line. He didn’t step over it right away. Instead, he adjusted the edge of his coat, glanced across the orchard, then looked toward the farmhouse with a measured calm.
“Guess this is the place.”
His purple eyes shifted toward the trees, then the baskets nearby, taking in the work before anything else. Whoever ran this farm clearly didn’t do things halfway.
Rather than trespass, he raised one hand in a small, respectful gesture.
“Not here to cause trouble. Just looking for the owner of Sweet Apple Acres.”
me."
That twang in her voice was clear as day as she spoke, emerald hues giving the other a once over. She lets go of a whistle as she does so, clearly impressed by the outfit he's sporting.
"Don't think yer from 'round here what with those fancy duds an' all. As for the
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"..."
And there was Applejack watching all of this unfold, a soft chuckle falling from lips. What a peculiar person. She walks up to the boy, hands on hips.
"Ya alright there?"
Goten could be seen looking up at a ripe apple in a tree as he would give the tree a soft punch causing the fruit to fall into his hands before multiple fell bonking the hybrid onto his head.
@applejackisms
( it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes that the other was away, but it felt like an eternity. yearning seemed to do that, such an impatient thing.
but when rarity is back she smiles and gives a nod. )
ya mean changin' out of these digs?
( a shame, she really did
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( there it was again, that feeling that made her heart swell and feel as if it was shrinking. rarity couldn't always be honest with herself, which was odd for someone who was so blunt about other feelings.
orbs looked down at her owm hands, head shaking it off before walking +
like the outfit. she couldn't exactly sleep in them so it had to happen eventually. still, given how often AJ stayed over, she was sure she had /something/ left over to change into. her earlier work clothes were out of the question, she already decided she was decidedly /not/
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huh? ...oh! right! uh...
( it takes her a bit to let their hands go, but eventually and very much reluctantly she does, letting go of a sheepish laugh.
as much as she wanted to, they couldn't hold hands the /whole/ time. )
i don — you're right that was close enough.
( it definitely was not close enough, it sounded like the farmer was talking about tartar sauce. which was a digusting condiment all on it's own.
but those hands, she didn't want to let go, eyes trailing down to look so slightly +
that's exactly what I said.
( it most certainly wasn't, but she's nodding along with a laugh anyways. besides, it got the fashionista to giggle and she could hear that laugh for hours.
a gentle squeeze to their hands because of course she couldn't resist. )
( always making her giggle at the silliest things, especially her struggle when it came to certain words and things. plus here rarity was, back at it with hands in hers.
inseperable wasn't enough to describe it, but she was pleased enough with. plus it helped with some of the +
ya can just get me what ya got me last time. what was it called? uh, steak tartar sauc-mm?
( was she really that red? she needed to get that under control. )
rarity, I'm fiiiine, i don't need any medicine or anything.
( and once again she was reaching for that hand, laugh
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( that look of concern struck at her features, eyes narrowing softly at the other. her hands were quick to disconnect, leaving that ... agitating, empty feeling. )
that was a quick change of tune, well if you're sure. i can put our order in for dinner too. was there something +
distraction to try and be less shy about the prospect of staying the night.
she quickly - and way too eagerly - shook her head. )
no, no! I wanna stay! I mean, 'course I don't mind stayin' with you, rare.
oh...oh! that show!
( well given that last time they watched it, applejack may have just been focusing on the other more and she only remembers it vaguely because of the aforementioned horrific clothing designs. but that was neither here nor there.
and so much for that
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that weird show we watched awhile ago? it was all dramatics about ponies trying to fall in love, and their clothing designers were just horrific.
( it almost sounded like she had weeped from that part alone, but overall it was a horrific show, funny too.
but somehow it made +