>Oh well
>You do find a site dedicated to this kind of stuff
>You tell Anon as much
>"Sounds good. We'll take contact with 'em tomorrow, I guess. Oh and time?"
"3:30PM"
>"Ah, time to head back then, swing by the store before getting to that raid. I suspect I'm running low on some essentials."
>He calls them essentials, you call them pure sugar horrors
>You decide to not push the point, though, baby steps and all that
>You and he do head back, swinging by his local kwik-e-mart
>With its own Apu, even
>You have to admit, you're intrigued by all the different brightly-colored stuff he buys
>Surely, they ought to taste pretty similar, not to mention overly sweet
>Though you did actually not mind that red bull earlier
>And hey, chips aren't made out of sugar
>This needs further investigation
>You head back to his apartment
>You notice he's perspiring quite a bit
>A picture of his limits is starting to form
>He settles back at his desk, disappearing into the computer again
>It's raid time, you notice
>Great, he's gonna be engulfed in that for hours
>You're gonna need something to do
>Anything
>Or you'll go crazy
>You look around and take note of his book shelf
>He wasn't kidding when he said he liked sci-fi
>Though, you'd think that'd mean he'd be more excited to have a living AI hanging around.
>You levitate a book down from the shelf and start reading it
>It starts out interesting, but goes nowhere
>Your eyes are getting harder and harder to keep open
>Fuck it, you'll just close them for a bit

-You are Anon-

>You notice a snoring sound
>You turn your head and see Safari sleeping soundly
>You love alliteration
>But that bed's the only one you have - as well as your couch
>Sleeping in same bed as her might create an uncomfortable situation
>Whatever, you'll just finish the raid, then cross that bridge when you get to it
>You briefly consider not sleeping tonight
>You've got energy drinks to last a normal person a week
>Besides, you have been meaning to check out that new race that came with the expansion
>Although few things could top your pandaren death knight
>Still...
>You should probably sleep at a reasonable time
>She's gonna pull you out of bed tomorrow whether you like it or not
>Probably at some ungodly hour
>Being up before noon's for plebs
>Eh, whatever, at least you're not going to do something mindnumbingly boring like clothes shopping or watching televised sports
>Oh hell with it
>You turn away from your desktop and get out of your chair
>You put the book she was reading back on the shelf
>Then you tuck her in properly
>You're not sure how she'd react to waking up next to you, especially considering you sleep almost naked
>Eh, you decide to take the chance
>You undress and get into bed, placing yourself as far away as you can
>You've no desire to get bucked in the nuts
>Even so..
>You gingerly reach out your arm and stroke her mane
>It's so soft
>A bit tangled
>She mumbles and instinctively wraps her forehooves around your arm
>Uh...
>Whaddya do now?
>Easy
>You sleep on your back, letting her have her 'teddy'
>Goddamnit, now you gone and reminded yourself of RHPS
>Great cult movie, with catchy-as-fuck songs
>Therein lies the problem
>You're gonna be time-warping all night
>Eventually, you do fall asleep
>You wake up around dog-knows-when
>You'd rolled over to your side while sleeping
>Wait, what's that around your back and sides?
>You turn your head and see Safari spooning you
>Still sleeping
>Suddenly, you seem to feel everything more vividly
>Which includes a heat from what you figure is her...oh dear
>Surprisingly, her horn is only mildly annoying instead of spine-tearing, as you imagined a unicorn horn would be
>Another wave of realization hits you
>You're enjoying this
>A lot
>Nothing wrong about enjoying physical intimacy, right?
>Not usually
>It's a bit...fuzzier with horses, though
>Oh wow, you're just pundefeated, aren't you
>Anyway
>You have to admit, it's a bit awkward too
>You should probably wake her up
"Hey, Safari, wake up."
>She twitches and moves around a bit
>"Mmh?"
>Her eyes open reluctantly
>Then they widen as she realizes the situation
>"O-oh...Shit, sorry about that"
>She gives a small, embarrassed cough and disengages
>You get up and get dressed
"You up for some breakfast?"
>She gives a short nod
>She's busy with browsing
>You figure she's probably gonna get on your ass about not having salad or stuff like that
>You do have a few slices of cheese pizza in the fridge, though
>Whatever, if she's hungry, she'll eat it
>You heat 'em up
>Meanwhile grabbing yourself a snickers to get some sugar in your bloodstream to wake you up
>Your ex was much like a snickers bar
>Chocolatey, sweet, but so incredibly nutty
>She went totally off the deep end after you two broke up - mutually, you might add
>Now she's a hyper-militant lesbian
>Ding!
>Oh, the pizza's done
>You bring the food, plus two glasses of water with you
>If you seem like you're making an effort, she'll be more likely to not bitch you out for your poor nutrition
>And yeah, that is, funnily enough, part of why you got her here
"Here"
>You present her with the plate, taking a slice for yourself
>"Thanks! Probably not the healthiest breakfast, but considering the situation we're working with, bread, cheese and tomato sauce is a pretty alright start."
>She levitates both the food and the water
>So she can multitask her levitation
>Awesome
>"Oh, btw, fired off a mail to one of the groups I found yesterday. They're set to play 4th Ed. Shadowrun today, so if we're lucky, we'll have an answer soon."
"Huh. Fair enough, 4th Ed. isn't the most pleb edition of Shadowrun. Unlike with DnD."
>You grumble about the legendary shitfest that was DnD 4th ed.
>Then you resume your breakfast
>You'd forgotten what non-sugar water tasted like
>It's not bad
>A little bland, perhaps
>Oh look at you, being all food critic
>Heh
>You and safari both finish
>You look at her and smile
>"Heh. And here I was worrying I might've committed a social fuck-up the first time I slept. Glad to see that that's, well, I assume, at least, not the case."
"Nah, if anything, I'd be the one to blame. I could've just stayed up all night or something."
>"Yeah, no, I'm glad you didn't."
>You laugh
>She realizes how that might be misconstrued
>Is she...blushing?
>"Oh, s-shush you."
>You might've hit a nerve
>Heh, gotta keep that in mind
>She stops abruptly
>Her eyes do that browsing thing again
>You notice that her breathing becomes steadier when she does this
>In general, her body seems to go on autopilot
>Fascinating
>She snaps back to reality
>"So! Good news! You've got a place in that gaming group. We'll just show up at their place at 4PM. And it's now...What, noon!? Oh sweet...wow, we really overslept, didn't we. Waste of a day..."
>She grumbles a bit
"Hey, we still got the good news though."
>You shrug nonchalantly
>She grimaces for a moment, then relaxes
>"Yeah, I suppose we did. And we have a bit of time before then. Say, random question, but do you have a bike or anything?"
"I..actually do, yeah, hidden away somewhere. How'd you know?"
>"Educated guess based on statistics. As for why, well, I figured that riding a bike could be a fun way to get around and get some exercise. Plus, I could probably cut loose a bit without worrying about you keeping up"
>She gives you a cocky grin
>You know she's baiting you
>Hell with it