Candlelight: “That sure was nice…Now, I’m off!”
Delicious cherry soda supplied by Orange Cream.
Candlelight: “Um…which should I try first?”
fixed some stuff
not really noticeable, but it was bothering me
Pumpkin: “Since you’re the one who fucked us over by getting shit-faced, it’s going to be your responsibility to find us a place to stay for the night. For free, got it?”
Candlelight: O-Okay. I know a couple of ponies in this town, S-So I’ll ask them…Blegh. My head hurts.“
Pumpkin: "You should have thought about that before you got hammered.”
Candlelight: “…I’ll go find a place for us to stay for a night. R-Right after I…get my bearings…”
Candlelight: “Whatsh it even matta to you poniesh?! Jus’ go away! *hic*”
Uh oh.
(Thank you for all the questions!)
(afternoon rebop bop bop, bop to the top)
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:
