Anne: “By the way, you realize you’re not wearing pants or any sort of equivalent, right?”
Robin: “Of course not. I’ve got a horse body.”
Anne: “Be that as it may, your horse body includes a horse-dong and horse-gonads, that are swinging around in plain sight to anyone viewing from the right angles (I’m just going to keep floating up above you, for now.)”
Robin: “… I DO feel a bit of a breeze on some… parts that are… less furry than the rest, but I honestly didn’t think much about it. How about we just say those bits belong to a horse that isn’t exactly the real me and leave it at that.”
Anne: “You’re assuming I particularly want to keep unintentionally flying into line of sight of some strange horse’s bait&tackle either? Do I look like a farm girl? Come on, let me magic you up a drape of some sort.”
Robin: “Wouldn’t that be like a skirt?”
Anne: “…Only if it’s lampshading girl-parts. Does not apply in your case.”
Robin: “Deal. We’re calling it a ‘drape’.”
(5 seconds later)
Jason: “Hey Robin. Nice skirt.”
Robin: “#$%^ you, Jason…”
Anne: “By the way, you realize you’re not wearing pants or any sort of equivalent, right?”
Robin: “Of course not. I’ve got a horse body.”
Anne: “Be that as it may, your horse body includes a horse-dong and horse-gonads, that are swinging around in plain sight to anyone viewing from the right angles (I’m just going to keep floating up above you, for now.)”
Robin: “… I DO feel a bit of a breeze on some… parts that are… less furry than the rest, but I honestly didn’t think much about it. How about we just say those bits belong to a horse that isn’t exactly the real me and leave it at that.”
Anne: “You’re assuming I particularly want to keep unintentionally flying into line of sight of some strange horse’s bait&tackle either? Do I look like a farm girl? Come on, let me magic you up a drape of some sort.”
Robin: “Wouldn’t that be like a skirt?”
Anne: “…Only if it’s lampshading girl-parts. Does not apply in your case.”
Robin: “Deal. We’re calling it a ‘drape’.”
(5 seconds later)
Jason: “Hey Robin. Nice skirt.”
Robin: “#$%^ you, Jason…”