[AiE] Anti-social Anon, Ch. 2

>speaking of home

>it’s not really yours

>nor is it a home

>a family was nice enough to give you their attic space for a modest sum of bits per month

>it is a roof over your head (literally), and they had some nice cookin’, so you couldn’t complain

>and you also couldn’t burn it down, but your message got through to Pinkie either way, thank god

>you stand a dozen feet away from the house, before deciding to continue onwards, sleep befor ework be damned

>it’s just too nice a night to waste of replenishing your serotonin levels just yet

 

>And so it goes

>from the house you’re staying in, to the mayor’s office, to Rarity’s shop, all the way to the outskirts of town where Fluttershy is and hooking back west

>your legs are slowly tiring by this point

>you weren’t particularly active back in your old life, but you did often walk around for long hours

>on a few, particularly drunk occasions, you walked for three hours straight

>often mumbling and grumbling some very misanthropic, some might say edgy, claims about the world

>now all you have to get drunk on here is Cider

>although you guess you could start your own venture into the world of alcohol

>you need some grapes, or any old fruit, leave it to rot or ‘’ferment’’, squeeze out the juice

>and presto: instant booze

>not as strong as you’d like it, but at least it would add variety

>maybe you could give the Apple family a run for their money

>you’d just need a manager, and a salesman

>thinking about the very logistics of it (price of fruit, price of labour, price of product, gross, taxes...) you end up close to the Treebrary

>not very surprising a light is seen through one of the bottom windows

>Twilight is probably studying something, or is just reading for the fun of it and forgot the time

>maybe she has a book on making alcohol

 

>you step up to the door

>Twilight hasn’t noticed you, otherwise she’d’ve opened it by now, since you passed close by her window

>you inhale deeply and exhale

>OK, you think, just knock, ask her if she has the book, if she doesn’t: no matter, if she does ask her if you can borrow it

>no biggie, simple interaction

>then why are you hyper-ventilating and your palms sweating?

>because you’d rather not make a fool out of yourself

>oh, you can get pissed off easy enough, but simple interaction?

>that’s too much

>which is especially ironic considering you need to ask Ms. Shut-In for something and you fear HER

>or rather, the fool you can make yourself in front of her

>oh come on!

>she’ll understand

>it’s not like she hasn’t spilled her spaghetti in the past

>god’s sake, remember when she tried to tell you her library doors are always open and instead blurted out ‘’buttbrardy’’?

>if anyone should be able to help you stuff your spaghetti back into your pocket in case of spillage it’s Twilight

>OK, inhale once more

>chest out, spine straight

>and—

>the light goes out in your peripheral vision

>she...

>she’s going to bed

 

>w-well, you don’t want to seem like a creeper, knocking this late in the night

>especially when she’s about to go to bed

>yeah, best not to disturb her

>just ask tomorrow

>tomorrow’s good

>you move briskly back to that-house-you’re-staying-in-you-erroneously-call-yours-sometimes

>only to find out that it too has no lights beaming through the windows

>w-well, you don’t want to disturb the nice family’s sleep

>being that much of a burden is really inconsiderate

>especially after they’ve put up with your human-appetite and general awkward person

>you look around, and see only darkened windows

>the only source of illumination being Luna’s Moon

Heh... Luna’s ‘’moon’’

>well, it’s not like there’s monster roaming around in Ponyville

>you opt to somewhere where there are bushes and sleep there

>out of sight, out of mind

>hopefully the dawn will awaken you before anyone finds you there

>you don’t need that in your life