i'm tired but i wanna fucking draw.
"Shouldn't you already know where they come from!?"
Pants are clothing that covers the legs and waist in fabric, divided down the middle and closed about each leg.
Think about describing pants to someone that hasn't ever heard of them. Odd concept.
We're in your head Lyra. We got there when you put on that old feed bag a few days back.
"Then where are the voices coming from!?"
"ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒᵛᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᴾᵒᶰʸᵛᶦᶫᶫᵉ"
Do not listen to him, we are the echo of an ancients civilization. Our souls linger like parasite on the mind of sentient being to continue existing. My reason to inform you of this is that I wish to have a symbiotic relationship to my host.
"I suppose she's alright... Kind of annying tho- Wait, how do you know about her?"
Lie back and relax as we slowly meld your mind with ours.
So, fucking around aside, tell us about how you got your cutie mark. That's an acceptable ice-breaker for ponies, right?
Or stick things in your butt for us to masturbate to. Either one works.
Did I ever tell you that I'm actually a human being!
I'm going to see if I can't lurk in celestia for a while, its a pity we can't chill with luna anymore, ever since that edgy faggot ruined it for everyone she just locks up and refuses to respond.
A knife is not a proper object to stick in your butt.
Nobody talk for a solid 5 minutes, maybe she'll understand we have her best interest at hearth ? We need to listen to our host, not to drown her mind in our thought.
If she dies while we're stuck in her, we all cease to exist.
Dammit mint horse, don't be so dramatic. Even if you were full schizo, it's kinda early to be resorting to suicide, don't you think?
We're just trying to get you to do something fun. Anything. Like that buddy who says weird, dumb shit constantly but is fun to bullshit around with. We just need to get settled.
You seem like a fun, bubbly filly, start acting like it.
Did she stab herself and that's blood, or is she reaching for it and it's shadow? Black and white makes it a touch hard to tell.
"Yeah okay, i'm not ever letting you try Salvia ever again."
You gotta, man, thanks for the mint horse!
As you can see, dear friend who I know very well, I am absolutely fine.
The masters come. They shall once again take their place upon our backs. Pony wears the saddle.
Speaking of, we should buy a saddle.
Oh. Oh well.