Celestia has implemented mandatory Therapy for all ponies.
Your waifu is questioned about you.
What does she say?
>He is... not a kind person
>he likes me, and I like him, but I always know if the need arises he would gladly kill for me
>sometimes he gets this distant look on his face and I have no idea what's going on inside his head, when I ask him about it he gets this little smile and says something like
just thinking about the past
>when we met, he was such a womanizer. He got me flowers, he played guitar for me (although he ruined whatever song he was playing just as he started to sing.)
>his gorgeous face, golden blonde hair, and those eyes, though hidden behind those sunglasses, were so beautiful.
>but then he went on tour for his country. He met someone there who changed his life forever, but he wouldn't say who. He just called him "boss"
>he told me he'd show me the new place he was working on, but he said that I couldn't go just yet because there was an inspection that was taking place.
>then... nothing. It was like he dropped off the face of the earth. For nine years I waited for him, and near the end of those nine years, I thought that he had died.
>but then he sent me a letter. he said that he'd be visiting , that his plans had changed.
Should I continue with this? Internally a writer at burn in willing to write the rest out if you faggots want.
>mfw waifu is disc jokey pone.
>mfw headman on is that she's a mute
"So would you like to talk about your problems with Anon?"
>Vinyl looks around for a piece of paper to write on.
>She levitates a pen from Twilight's desk over to her and begann to scribble something on paper.
>After she finished she Scoots it over to Twilight to read over.
>Twilight takes the paper and reads it out loud as Vinyls expression turned into a frown.
"I am just upset that I can't use a voice like every pony else to tell my partner 'I love you too' everytime they tell me that..."
>Vinyl looked away blushing slightly.
"Oh... I see. Why didn't you say so."
>Twilight said jokingly, earning a scrunch from the DJ.
welp... that's that.