Knowdledge is Gold [Anthro, NSFW, Post-Apoc, Reserved]

@HatOfDisguise
 
Spike looked at her for a while, proceeding to replace his semi-annoyed frown with a faint smile, gesturing into the house invitingly, “no issue, we’ve still got plenty of time.”
 
Twilight looked to the hallway from the living room, looking at a clock that hung on one of the picture-rich walls, mumbling something about “the train leaving in exactly 45 minutes.”

@Chef Unionista ZGU  
“i’ll be there punctually, miss sparkle. until then.”

@Chef Unionista ZGU  
She nods a little and thanks him, unintentionally letting slip a small, quiet sigh of relief while heading in. She pretended she did not hear the purple pony’s muttering, instead simply entering and awaiting instructions. Forty-five minutes does not seem long enough to talk about much if they need to go catch a train, but this is not for her to judge.

((Assuming this is dead?))

@Toffee  
(as always, it’s the execution… an chef is missing.)

(Looking back at all the RPs that I failed to continue. I’m really sorry if those who participated were hurt by my sudden inactivities and felt their time was wasted. Life just got out of hand, had to deal with issues.)