Tmnt P.O.V

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Leo's P.o.v


"You really should get more sleep." I commented as I lead Writer through the roads of Ponyville.

"Sleep is for... quitters...." She yawned mid sentence, contradicting her statement.

"Well your going to quit functioning without sleep. How do you stay up all night?"

"Coffee. Lots of coffee. I want coffee." She yawned again, closing her eyes.

"I think that's the last thing you need." A teasing voice cane from behind us and I looked to see a zebra. He was black with white stripes and it seems he had a mohawk.

"Huh what?" Writer shook her head and blinked a few times before gasping in disbelief. "Rafiki?"

"Hello wratriny." He replied warmly. So this was the infamous Rafiki. The one who left without a single goodbye.

"I can't belief your here... You jerk." She huffed and narrowed her eyes.

"I suppose I deserve that. I did leave rather suddenly nine years ago. I was called away to learn of herbs. Got my stripes, painted cutiemark, had to go through a horrible ceremony. But hey, I'm here now. " he explained.

"You still owe me that ice cream sundae." Writer stopped narrowing her eyes and looked at me. "Oh Ya, this is Leo. My uh..." She mumbled something inaudible.

"Your... colt freind?" Rafiki guessed.

"Ya that...." I tried not to be offended. I know how she is. It stings a bit but I'll live.

"Well your very lucky." He said to me with a fake smile, but I felt unease as I looked into his eyes. They looked hostile. Angry. However you decide to describe it, it made me wonder if we should trust this guy. Then again, I might be imagining it.

"I am Rafiki. And no, not the monkey from the movie." He laughed turned his attention to Writer, " you look tired."

"I'm not tired. I just happen to stay up till about eight A.M doing my job. No big deal." She yawned again, her eyes suddenly tired again.

"That's unhealthy." He observed.

"Shut up." She muttered, " I need to go. Step needs me. Later." She yawned again and started walking away. I followed, unsure of what to think of this zebra.

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