Candlelight: “…I’ve never drunken anything like this before, I’m only 19. But whatever, who cares, now?”
((Okay, clarifying:
This post isn’t about mean anons or whatever. It’s about Candlelight’s lack of faith/confidence in herself. In fact, that’s kinda what this entire arc is about!))
“Ah, I’m so happy! Now, all I need is some food…
Everyone’s saying that the snack cart will be around in 10 minutes, along with the wine. Could this get any better?”
((Let us rejoice in this day, and celebrate it as the first time I’ve ever drawn Romancedy’s little caplet/collar correctly))
“Stay cool, Candlelight, stay cool! You can do this…*gulp*”
PONIES IN THIS UPDATE:
“I-I mean, only if you want to, um…”
(D-D-Don’t tell anyone, but I was standing outside of Miss Romancedy’s door for a few minutes, rehearsing what to say…)
Romancedy: Erm…How did you get in my dream…?!
Referring to this
For those of you that have recently followed me, the later in the night I post, the sillier things get. This is a good example.
