Room 204 [morning]

[momslilassassin]

There are fewer things more awkward than waking up as a pony in a twin bed.

Sharing that twin bed with another pony was one of those things.

"Um, Ender?"

[OOC: for the boyfriend ponyfriend.]

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[endsthegame]

"In a minute," Ender said, trotting over to the door. "I need to take a whack at this."

[momslilassassin]

"In that case," Ben said teasingly, "charge it with your head."

Ender trotting was kind of adorably hilarious to him.

[endsthegame]

Ender ignored him, and... headbutted the door back shut.

Don't even, Skywalker.

[momslilassassin]

Ben grinned, but didn't say anything. He was really looking forward to watching Ender figure this out.

Shhhh, so he loved when his boyfriend demonstrated how smart he was.

[endsthegame]

Well, Ender thought, his hooves might be able to produce the kind of force required to push down the door handle, but they wouldn't have the dexterity required to then pull it open. His wings wouldn't be able to produce enough force, and he doubted they had the grip to give it a good pull.

But he might manage it with his teeth, if he was careful.

Which was exactly what he did: grabbed the handle between his teeth, pulled it down, then took one step back. The door opened, and he could shove a hoof between it to pull it open the rest of the way.

"Good," he said, "I won't have to tow you around everywhere I go."

[momslilassassin]

"I'd applaud but, well, hooves," Ben replied.

[endsthegame]

"Stairs," Ender said firmly. "And we'll see if I can glide, at least."

[momslilassassin]

"Hope we can go downstairs," Ben said. "I'm hungry."

Be shocked, Ender.

[endsthegame]

"The day you aren't hungry," Ender said, moving into the hallway, "I'll take your temperature and drag you to the hospital."

[momslilassassin]

"Hey, I'm a growing...pony--" he trailed off. "Does this mean we need to eat hay now or something?"

[endsthegame]

"Hay, apples, sugar cubes," Ender said, strolling down the hall towards the stairs.

[momslilassassin]

"Ice cream?" Ben added hopefully. "You have stars on your ass."

[endsthegame]

"Not traditionally--" Ender started, then came to a stop. He craned his neck as much as he could, and blinked. "So I do."

[momslilassassin]

"It's cute," Ben said.

[endsthegame]

Ender shot him a look.

"You have a popsicle on yours," he commented. "Freud would have a field day."

[momslilassassin]

Ben made a face at him. "Once he got past the idea of everyone turning into ponies to begin with?"

[endsthegame]

"God knows Freud would have never let ponies stop him from equating something to genitalia."

[momslilassassin]

"So the popsicle plus the horn--not good, huh?" Ben replied.

[endsthegame]

"You'll probably have to field a few jokes," Ender agreed. "Hope you're up to the task."

[momslilassassin]

"I'll give it my best shot," Ben said teasingly.

[endsthegame]

Ender let go of a very horselike snort and began to walk again, shifting and moving his wings as he tried to get a feel for them.

[momslilassassin]

Ben got to the stairs and looked down at them. "I've never been frightened by them before," he mused.

[endsthegame]

Ender held a hoof above the topmost step. "It should be doable," he observed. "Just be careful for the first couple of steps - put your hoof down, check your balance, then move the next one."

[momslilassassin]

Ben nodded, tossing his mane out of his eyes again. He put one hoof down, then the next hoof on the same step. He paused thoughtfully, then moved both of those down another step before trying to move his rear. "This is ridiculous."

[endsthegame]

"Don't put both on the same step," Ender advised, watching closely. "And maybe try moving one back hoof in step with the other one."