10-06-2020, 10:34 PM
ridiculous
do you think I’m funny?
Truth be told, Ridiculous didn’t know really anything about Carnage, which is the only reason that he might make it sound like the stallion is “nice” as she puts it. Carnage is really anything but nice in reality.
“They are nice,” he says with a faraway look in his eyes. “I’ve never actually met dear ol’ dad, so I guess I don’t know about him, but mum is nice. She can be not so nice, but overall, she’s just old and chill.” Had he known what Blasphemare had just gone through and lost, perhaps he wouldn’t have thought so highly of “dear ol’ dad”–that she no longer has emotions, is covered in scars, and took months to recover. No, he found himself pretty protective of his mother. Though, truth be told, she had left him to his own most of the time in the Playground, so she hadn’t been a stellar mother.
It’s not just that he takes pride in his parents, but he takes pride in a lot of things, his parents being one of those things. He takes pride mostly in himself, though, holding an overinflated ego. He was like the class clown, always joking and carrying on exuberantly, confident of himself. Unlike the class clown, he was truly happy, though. Perhaps he wasn’t the most intelligent horse around, but he was kind and passionate.
“Your parents sound nice. That’s a shame that your mum can’t touch you. I would be sad if I were her. Is she sad?” The question is…perhaps not the smartest or most sensitive question in the world. Yeah, maybe he was trying to reserve his negative emotions so as not to overwhelm her with them, but that doesn’t mean he’s the most thoughtful horse.
“Lots of things, you guess?” He laughs at this. “Well, I like a lot of things, too. I like to dance.” With this, he starts to prance in place, kicking his hooves out like an idiot. “I like my temporal manipulation.” He doesn’t, however, manipulate time, probably thankfully for her. “I like to talk!” As if she hadn’t already noticed that. “I like a lot of things!”
“They are nice,” he says with a faraway look in his eyes. “I’ve never actually met dear ol’ dad, so I guess I don’t know about him, but mum is nice. She can be not so nice, but overall, she’s just old and chill.” Had he known what Blasphemare had just gone through and lost, perhaps he wouldn’t have thought so highly of “dear ol’ dad”–that she no longer has emotions, is covered in scars, and took months to recover. No, he found himself pretty protective of his mother. Though, truth be told, she had left him to his own most of the time in the Playground, so she hadn’t been a stellar mother.
It’s not just that he takes pride in his parents, but he takes pride in a lot of things, his parents being one of those things. He takes pride mostly in himself, though, holding an overinflated ego. He was like the class clown, always joking and carrying on exuberantly, confident of himself. Unlike the class clown, he was truly happy, though. Perhaps he wasn’t the most intelligent horse around, but he was kind and passionate.
“Your parents sound nice. That’s a shame that your mum can’t touch you. I would be sad if I were her. Is she sad?” The question is…perhaps not the smartest or most sensitive question in the world. Yeah, maybe he was trying to reserve his negative emotions so as not to overwhelm her with them, but that doesn’t mean he’s the most thoughtful horse.
“Lots of things, you guess?” He laughs at this. “Well, I like a lot of things, too. I like to dance.” With this, he starts to prance in place, kicking his hooves out like an idiot. “I like my temporal manipulation.” He doesn’t, however, manipulate time, probably thankfully for her. “I like to talk!” As if she hadn’t already noticed that. “I like a lot of things!”
@[astra]