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"I think we need to talk." Incer's eyes held mine and I shifted. I knew that look. He held the same look when I did something naughty in school. This conversation was not going to be pleasant.

"About what?"

"Discord."

He sounded very angry. He sat down at the table, taking the Spirit's old seat. The stallion paused, as if waiting to see if I would join him. I stood, not wanting to be corralled into a corner. He was clearly upset with Dizzy.

"He's downright rude to me, and you let him get away with it." Incer frowned, realising I wasn't going to sit.

"Incer, it's not like that, he just..." I tried to think of the proper wording, "He doesn't know how to interact with ponies very well. He was in stone for so-"

"So long he forgot common courtesy?" Incer shook his head, "If he were more..."

The stallion gestured to the table, "He can't be nice to me, but he can do this for you? ...Is ...is that Poison Joke?"

"He just wanted a nice place to eat after he took me to the hospital..." I ignored his question about the flower and instead looked at the table again, starting to see out through Incer's eyes. The table setting with pretty plates, the tablecloth with little cotton candy clouds stitched onto the edge, the flower..."He's... just a friend."

"A friend huh?" The white furred male rose, clearly aggravated, "Do you do this for me? Has anyone done this for you? He's not a good guy Pinkie! He's just doing this to... to..."

"To what?" Why was Incer pushing this? "He is a good guy, like you, you just gotta get to know him."

"Maybe he's trying a little too hard with you Pinkie. I know what I saw when I walked in here." His tone left no question as to what he meant. I felt the anger rise in my cheeks, and spoke what was on my mind.

"How could you say that? He is being nice! And even if he were trying to be my somepony, that doesn't mean he only wants me to mount!" Incer's face screwed up at my language but I pressed on.

"I am old enough and strong enough to make my own decisions, and to defend myself should he ever treat me badly. You can't come here after all these years and expect to be my bodyguard like when we were on the playground! I am your friend, not your sister!"

The stallion stared down at the floorboards and I snorted, leaving the house. We both needed time away from each other. I exited the house swiftly, fuming. What a dumb thing to say! My hooves were fueled by anger. I ran into the town square, the sun was finally setting and I squinted into the light. How dare he say that? Discord was my friend! And who cared if he was looking at me as mate material?

Advice is fine but not telling me what to do! Who was he to say he knew best for me? He isn't me! No one is me but me, so no one knows what I am thinking or feeling for sure. Everypony needs to make their own decisions in life! Even if I were his sister that wouldn't give him the right! UGH! I growled under my breath about the idiocy of stallions and how they always thought they knew best.

"Surely not all guys are so bad?"

I spun around at the melodic voice, and there the Draconequus was, just watching me, an amused expression on his visage. His narrow face fell slightly upon seeing mine, and his feet touched down. He stepped forward, mismatched feet clicking on the cobblestone, seemingly unsure of where to start.

"Did he hurt you?" His face was impassive, but his nostrils flared slightly. My head shook, and I smiled sadly, knowing Incer didn't see this side of the disharmonious spirit. Discord looked around before coming close and pulling me to him. With a pop, we were in his kitchen, and he put me down. His lion paw lingered on my back, and it was gone when I looked up at him.

"What happened, Pinkie Pie?" He asked softly.

"...Incer was very protective of me when we were small. He and I were such good friends... He thinks I can't take care of myself."

"What is he protectin-" His head hung, realising as he formed the sentence, "From me."

"He thinks... He thinks he knows what is best for me. Thinks you are just-" I bit my lip, that was a bit too much. My eyes found the white floor with the blue grout very interesting that moment. My hoof did make a stark contrast...

"He thinks I'm a monster. This is not a revelation for me Pinkie." Dizzy droned, "Most thought that way, many still do."

"I don't!" I burst out, head snapping up from the kitchen floor. He sounded so darn resigned to his fate. It wasn't fair! He was a fun guy that wasn't given a chance. "I think you're great!"

"...And that's what your friend doesn't like?"

I looked at him, unsure if I should broach this topic with him. But it was about him... and if somepony were saying something mean about me I would want to know. Even if it was so that I could show them how nice I really was.

"He thinks you're just trying to be friends with me so... so we can be... someponies."

Discord's face twisted, brows knitting together. Emotions flashed through his eyes so quickly they were impossible to decipher. His eagle claw came up to scratch his ear, and he shook his head, taking a moment. His eyes found mine again and there was an odd fire in them. The ducks on the curtains ruffled their feathers and quacked conspiratorially. I wondered, briefly, how sentient they were. I

"...What did you say?" He finally managed.

"I told him..." I blushed slightly, but kept eye contact, "I told him it was my love life and I decide who I'm with, even if they just want to mount for the night."

The spirit's eyes widened, all emotion gone, replaced with shock. He cleared his throat and we both looked away, quite aware with how alone we both were in his house. Why in all of Equestria did I think talking about sex was a good idea? Oh fizzle pops. Maybe it was just the tension was getting to me. Discord entered the cold box, and I didn't realise what he had pulled out until they were on a plate in front of me. I was truly touched.

"You kept my apple treats?"

"...they are not something so easily conjured. I tried. Baked goods are hard. When I had pies flying about, they weren't... they were not for eating, let us just say."

I watched as he took one with his claw, delicately picking up a small circle of angel food cake. His forked tongue flicked out and pulled it into his mouth. What if Incer wasn't that far off the mark? He did deal with a certain amount of calculation and... the spirit was... He was special to me. When he held my cannon and our eyes met... I felt a twisting in my belly. Discord was so gentle with me, he held me with a sense of... reverence?

"...Discord, do you like me?" the question flowed out of my mouth without filtration. But I wasn't shocked. Incer had made me think more about Dizzy's attentions, and my mind never let things rest for too long. His eyes shifted over to me, and he let himself slowly chew and swallow the apple treat before turning back to me. I watched him, looking like he chose his words carefully.

"As a friend..."

"Oh." I felt more pain than I thought possible at that statement, as if...

"Not," He quickly added, "that I don't want... uhh..."

I looked his face over, his beard bobbing over his pulsing adam's apple. He looked as if he were standing before a herd of galloping cows. His eyes wandered all over my face, and I could feel what he wanted to say. My heart pounded. Was I hoping for this? What filly didn't dream of this day?

"I want..." Dizzy shook his head, "You deserve a stallion who can give you whatever you want. I... I'm not... I don't know how to be with..."

"You think I do?" He must know that I'd never been with anypony before. Maybe not with that declaration. I saw the hesitation there, the fear of rejection. Did I like Discord? As more than a friend? The back of my mind whispered 'Yes' but how and when I started feeling it... He couldn't keep his gaze on mine, and i could see the light go out of his eyes. What do I say when I don't even know what this feeling is inside of me? How does one know what love is, instead of the farce of infatuation? So many couples had different beginnings, how do I know when mine begins? And with whom?

"I would try my best Pinkie. I would... I would make sure you had fun with me for as long as you let me. I can't promise anything stable but..." He looked into my eyes briefly before turning his gaze elsewhere, "I would like to be given a chance to show you at least."

Oh my great gummies, why can't I say anything? If he knew that I was thinking the way I was... He needed to know, and yet for one of the first times in my life I am completely without words.

"I know I'm not what any filly thinks of when they are dreaming of their somepony. I could understand if..."

I touched his jawline, getting him to look at me. Seeing him like that was breaking my heart, and put it on the line, "I think you are a wonderful somepony Dizzy. Any mare would be lucky to be with you. I know I'd be... lucky."

A moment passed, our eyes locked. He took in this information slowly, and I renewed what it meant to me. He wasn't at all like I pictured my stallion to be. He wasn't even a stallion, but I honestly didn't care. He was crazy and weird and upside down and just... I smiled at him as his pupils dilated. He was just...

He smiled back, just a little, just a bit of hope in his voice, "Are you saying what I think you are?"

"Yes." He was just... perfect, really.

The grin on his face spread, his fang protruding like a crocodilian's, his sunken red and yellow eyes dancing with glee, mismatched horns above his ridiculously bushy brows staying completely still. He was the most odd looking creature I had ever seen. And I was so happy he was exactly himself. His eyes told me all I needed to know about his feelings for me. Why didn't I see it before? Why didn't I see it in myself?

He whooped loudly, picked me up and threw me in the air. I laughed and snorted loudly at the sensation. Discord snatched me from the air, and pulled me into a hug. His thin coat was radiating heat, so I gave in and nuzzled his fur slightly. Maybe more than slightly.

"I guess we'll just bumble through this together, hm?" The spirit mumbled.

I nodded, giggling. Me and Dizzy? Who would have thought? He put me down, and rubbed his arm.

"What now?" He murmured, unsure as I was to what regular courtship entailed.

"Whatever we want. Something small maybe... A date? This weekend?"

"I think I can handle that."

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