>"pssst..."
>A gentle prod in your thigh pulls you away from your couch potatoing.
>You look down just as a cream colored mare rests her chin on your leg.
>She's wearing a baggy gray tee and a sleepy little smile as she looks up at you.
"Long time no see, Rads."
>She chuckles softly. "Pfff... I've been here the whole time, chief! Just, you know, doin' other important stuff."
"Sure you were. You totally weren't vegging out just like me."
>Radio shrugs. "Hey man, I was *waaay* productive on my laptop! Didn't you hear all the clickity clacking?"
"A little bit, yeah... Whaddya do?"
>"Beat New Vegas again."
"What a shocker."
>Radio invites herself into your lap with a content little wriggle. "I mixed it up a little this time! I found some killer weapon mods on Nexus..."
>She lifts a hoof and makes a clicking noise with her tongue as she pulls it back.
>It's been a hot minute since you've heard something come out of her actual mouth.
>"With a couple of fancy new rifles and a buttload of plasma grenades, I blew that dam to kingdom come!"
"Independent New Vegas?"
>"Do you even need to ask~?"
>You stifle a laugh and run a hand through her unkempt mess of a mane.
"Glad you had fun, Rads. But uh... I guess that means neither of us were particularly productive these past few..."
>How long had it been again?
"I honestly don't want to think about it too hard."
>"Well... There's nothing wrong with taking a wee break every one inna while. Right, chief?"
>You take a moment to think, still idly stroking her mane.
"I... guess it could be worse."
>"Remember to knock on wood, chief."
>You wordlessly give her nose a couple of boops, making her scrunch up with an indignant expression.
>"Aw c'mon, I ain't wood!"
"But you're close enough, right?"
>"Hey, just because I'm not exactly bone and meat doesn't mean I'm made of *wood*!"
"Well then... What are you made of?"
>"I'm-"
>Radio pauses her theatrics and begins to narrow her eyes at nothing in particular.
>"What *am* I made of?"
"I dunno, snips, snails, and puppy dog tails?"
>She frowns. "That's for colts! I'm an ELEGANT and POLITE filly!"
>Her frown deepens further as you stifle a laugh behind a hand.
>"You implying I'm coltish or something?"
"Tomcoltish, maybe... When was the last time you did anything remotely 'girly', anyways?"
>"I- I uh..."
>Radio shifts her weight in an almost nervous manner, her cheeks a soft pink. "I-It doesn't matter..."
"I'm sure it doesn't."
>Seemingly satisfied by your dismissal, Radio takes a deep breath and lean back into you, letting herself sprawl out without a care.
>A part of you wants to tease her about how nonchalant she's being, or maybe even her reluctance to share her 'girly' activities, but...
>You drape your arms around her, eliciting a soft sigh from the warm little equine in your midst.
>You'd rather get in your daily dose of Radio first.
"...Anything you'd like to watch? Since we're here."
>"How about... The NeverEnding Story? We haven't watched that one in forever!"
"What, no Princess Bride?"
>Radio flashes a grin. "We could watch it afterwards! Make it a marathon?"
>You ruffle your lapdork's mane.
"I guess that doesn't sound so bad... But after this we're getting off our asses and doing something with ourselves, okay?"
>Radio tugs back down her slowly hiking shirt. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm totally filing this under 'research' for my novella!"
"Lucky you! Having an excuse and all."
>"Hah! That's the perks of being a writer, chief!"
"Since I'm *technically* your editor... Can I use that excuse too?"
>"I mean, I can't exactly stop you, can I?"
"You could try, but I'm at least three times your size."
>"What does *that* have to do anything?"
"Besides the fact that I could fling you over my back and wear you as a cloak? Not much."
>"That... sounds kinda fun."
"Oh of course you'd think that's fun!"
>"Being carried is *fun* dude!"
"And makes you feel tall."
>"Well, that too."
glad to have you back, /boot/