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Published: 2013-11-04 07:51:15 +0000 UTC; Views: 912; Favourites: 26; Downloads: 10
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Con: What!?Cirrus: Awww, are you ok with that deary?
Con: Of course I am! *hnng* Piece of cake...
Cirrus: Highly Explosive cake.
Con: Don't remind me...
TEASE IT!
But for Luna's sake don't drop that! X3
(This was originally gonna be a flirty picture, well, it still kinda is, I decided I wanted it a bit more patronising than anything. XD)
Some lovely line arts for you :3
Contrail and Cirrus
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i don't even wanna know what they are doing! O.O
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Hahaa! Just in case you're serious, she's mocking him for his strength.
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Faith: *glares st Cirrus and unintentionally breaks her pencil* merrrr...
xD lovely piece dude
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Hahaha Faith X3
Thanks so much girl!
How you been anyway?
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Better than usual thanks 
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Good!!!! yeah, Its been so crazy for me the past two weeks. hopefully ill be back on a bit more.Β
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Thank goodness I was missing you ^^'
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awww stap itt cx
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I suggest training with micro-missiles first
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Haha! They may be a little lighter :3
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I don't know what said, just i had a mistake.
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"Guys guys guys!!!" a young, second lieutenant (Leftenant or ensign), sprints into the ready roompanting.
"What the hell is it now Screwbie?" inquires and irritated captain (Lieutenant or....I don't know the EnglishΒ equivalentΒ lol), not looking away from his playstation game.
"PDA! PDA in the hangar!" He excitedly retorts. The five or so officers in the room raise an eyebrow and race to the hangar.
"Did someone grab the reflective belts????" yells one of the flyers over his shoulder.
"Fuck you Razor." Retorts the same captain from earlier.
Upon entering the hangar, the six ponies take cover behind some crates.
"Is that them?"
"They aren't doing anything..."
"Oh, wait.....waaaaaait......there! See!" they whisper behind cover.
"Dude this is great!"
"What should we do?"
"We watch the show, that's what!!"
An enlisted maintainer walks by, carrying a brake pad. The pony stops in his tracks.
"Good...." He hesitates. the officers look as if they were caught with their....er....hooves in the cookie jar. ".....Evening gentlecolts?...."
The group stares at the airpony.
They continue staring....
"I.....I'll just be on my way then....."
"No! No, you can watch too, it's fine." Razor smiles at the Airpony.
"What are you guys doing anyway.....oh my Celestia, are they?-"
"-Yes! Now shut the buck up damn it we're trying to listen!"
I hope you enjoy this performance lol
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This was definitely a performance XD
I assume they all rushed to watch Cirrus tease Contrail?
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PDA is "public display of affection"
To me, and this is just what I thought, I thought of them holding hands turning to kissing turning to....well, you get the point.
They went to watch the show lol
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Hahahahaha! Brilliant ^^
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No applause please, no applause....ok, you can cheer. Lol
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Frost: Con, please tell me youre not struggling.
Ace: *snicker* wow.
Trouble: hand it here, baby. I'd hate for you to break a nail.
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Con: *straining slightly* Nah- hnng- I'm fine thanks.
Cirrus: *giggles* That's very thoughtful of you guys.
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(possible, seeing Frost's bench max is 755 lb.)
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Frost: hand it here. *takes the missle. Cradles it in one powerful arm. Every muscle shooting up* Wow, Con, wow.
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Con: Hmph! Besides, I'm a pilot, not a bodybuilder.
Cirrus: I dunno, you're pretty average at both... *making sure Con notices, takes a stare at Frost's muscles*
Con: D:<
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Frost: Im a Field Commander. 250 pounds aint so bad. You take a risk at dropping this thing and we're all blown to hell. I'd like to keep my hair.
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Con: Huh, I guessed that, but the bomb trailer was bust so I had to improvise. *watching Cirrus stare*
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Frost: judging from that hair, you've dropped quite a few. *notices Cirrus then gives her nose a slight thump*
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Cirrus: *grunts from the impact* Hey! *gestures to slap him*
Con: Hehe...
Cirrus: *slaps Con instead*
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Frost: *scratches the back of her head when she turns around*
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Cirrus: *turns to shoot a commanding glance to him*Β
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Frost: *sticks out tongue*
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Cirrus: *smirks and slowly licks her teeth*
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Frost: come and get it.
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Cirrus: Oh you so wish *waving her hand*
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Frost: like you wouldn't
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Cirrus: I dont date Marines...
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Frost: Im not a Marine. *sarcastic 'whoa' face*
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