Post by bigmac on Nov 23, 2012 19:29:41 GMT -5
Big Mac sighed as he looked at the sky, mighty bored and with little to do since winter was still at the door, which meant no apples, the trees without even a leaf on them, the apples being replaced with small piles of snow adding up in the branches until they finally came down to the floor. The stallion did chuckle a bit though, as he remembered little Apple Bloom getting buried with one, though he would soon return to his usual calm expression as he trotted calmly through Ponyville, feeling a little sweet tooth coming up. He debated on whether or not he should visit Sugarcube Corner for his favorite sweet, pondering if there was more work around town to be done, his only amusement since he gets the chores done rather early around the farm. It sadden him a bit to not have to harvest apples, because despite having done it countless times, he still hasn't grown tired of it, enjoying his work rather much. He decided to give a quick glance on his way to the bakery and see if anyone needed his help, eventually arriving in front of the door that would lead him to eternal sugary delight. Granny Smith's apple desserts were to die for, but sometimes a pony just has a hankerin' for something else.
The big stallion made his way inside, the place not full but certainly
lively as usual, looking for a place to take a seat. One of the waitresses passed by him and gave him a nod with a greeting, asking if everything was ok back at the farm, which the stallion replied with a simple nod and his usual "Eeyup.", though when he turned to the front he noticed a young small filly step in his way. A big guy like Big Mac would definitely hurt her if he happened to bump into the little one, so he moved to the side to avoid harming her, but as he did so, he could feel his flank bump into another pony. He was about to say something to said pony and turn around to see if he hadn't cause any damage, but as he did so, he felt something land on him, a sticky sensation then making its way to Big Mac as he felt the peach cobbler pieces and ice cream go down his face and mane. It wasn't a good feeling, but he disregarded that, finally turning to the one he had bumped into and apparently ruined their dessert. With a slight frown upon his mouth, he said as he looked at the other pony, "I'm mighty sorry. Are you alright?", much more then he's known for, but a simple "eeyup" or "nnope" wouldn't do in this case. He hoped the other pony wouldn't be mad at him, after all, he didn't do it on purpose and he did get the sticky part of the situation, but he was really worried he might've hurt her.
