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四十五

Last edited » November 22, 2023
Author's Note » canterlot is evidently somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere because fluttershy says "they're (migrating birds) starting to head north for the winter" [in Street Chic] but if Canterlot were in the Northern Hemisphere, she should've said south

imagine the Mane 7 australian lol. i don't recall any south american or african references
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MONDAY, JUNE 12, 2017
RAINBOW DASH'S HOUSE

The last day of school was June 8; this was the first Monday that you weren't obligated to wake up at 6 AM and be at school by 7:30. Laying in Dash's bed, she was beside you and scrolling on her phone, looking at Champ Zone's clothes catalog.

It's been a little over a month since your ears left, the same time you and Dash decided to focus on your fire-breathing abilities. To your dismay, you eventually succumbed to asking Rarity when all your attempts were futile: imagining fire, using more candles, reading more on kitsune folklore - anything. It was all useless.

While you and Rarity's abilities existed on different fundamentals - she used her hands while you used your mouth and eventually (hopefully(?)) your tail - her advice would soon prove its worth. Before the end of May, you learned to generate small amounts of light if you blew air with pursed lips. Foxfire was not an offensive technique so you judged your progress by illumination rather than felt thermal energy.

Additionally, the shape of your mouth was very specific as blowing air out when your mouth was open wide versus when you pursed your lips influenced the speed that air must pass through and thus changed if the air was hot or cold. You weren't interested in a real flame yet, but you are aware that you are capable of both a standard kitsunebi flame and true fire breathing.

As of now, you could get a steady stream going for exactly 6.47 seconds, according to Dash, who was very adamant about participating in this journey by keeping track of your achievements. The stream of fire would exponentially deplete in intensity after said 6.47 seconds, but you've also learned to move the flame with your hands before then. You've become fond of creating a small fire tornado by moving your pointer finger in a funnel shape.

You didn't know what to do with your summer now, or what to think of it. While you promised Dash to be more open to going to the beach with her friends and actually socializing this time around, your July would be empty. Ever since April, the group chat with your family has been inactive. It was still there, and so was your parents' company, but nothing new has happened in either.

Now that you had time to consider your understanding of reality, you wondered if you've actually ever been to Japan. You're still fluent in the language, and your appearance hasn't changed, but your memories could just be another illusion created by the alternate version of yourself.

You supposed you could investigate who has been paying the bills at your house because it definitely wasn't you. Your bank account only has deductions from store purchases, video games, and other media-centered subscriptions. Perhaps you could go to Japan with Dash this July. She could test her understanding of Japanese and dually be immersed, and this would likely be your first time outside of the Southern Hemisphere.

You also supposed you should ask Dash first before you get too attached to this idea.

"Would you wanna go to Japan in July? Like a week or two?" Dash looked down, as she was laying on her back and holding her phone in the air.

"...I thought it would be expensive?"

"Well someone's been paying the rent at my house, and it's not me," she joined your strenuous laughter. "I might be the rich one and.. it's in a secret bank account or something. Who knows what that other me did?"

Dash thought. "...I mean, I'd totally be down but you should really find out who's paying your bills. I don't wanna bail my girlfriend out of jail because of tax evasion."

"You would bail me out of jail, Dashypoo?" you cooed.

"Stop it," she grit through her teeth, making you hysterically laugh.

"How do you casually ask the government 'Hey, by any chance, do you know who pays my bills? And if you don't, I don't know either, but don't send me to prison for 17 years of tax evasion.'?"

"...Look around in drawers and closets for billing history, or the name on sent mail. Or maybe your house is owned and someone only pays property tax."

"I need to find this someone before I go to jail," you laughed. "I'll look tomorrow." You've been at Dash's house since Sunday to 'celebrate passing Junior year.'

"We can look today. You've been over for two days, I don't mind." You then got up to get dressed.

[YOUR NAME]'S HOUSE

"Do you get any mail besides report cards and.. bank statements?" You and Dash walked to your house as you refused to get up this morning and exercise with her.

"Not that I remember, but at this point-" you shrugged to finish the rest.

Dash gently hummed and looked inside the bucket of mail you put everything in. There was nothing directed specifically at you except said report cards and bank statements.

"...Where's their room?" You led the way. The room was much more bare than you remember, and even Dash noted this.

how much magic was in effect, is in effect   —You sifted through the drawers and closets with Dash but still, nothing.

"What if it's all just magic and there are no bills? Like.. how I made - or are making - everyone believe I'm a nepo baby. What if this house just exists?" Dash looked at you.

You continued, "And if I tell someone, I might break the spell or magic? whatever it is."

"Is that what you wanna believe?"

"It'd.. make it easier," you nod.

"Then.. yeah." She opened her arms for a hug. "Who are we to make you go to jail?"

You softly laughed as you accept her embrace, wiping your tears. "黙れ." You two sat in silence for a few minutes.
- Damare → Shut up

"...If you really want to, I'll apply for Champ Zone right now and we can start saving. I think you already have enough to get us to Japan for two weeks, but actually do stuff and still have money when you get back.. at least 1,000 more, maybe 2,000 to be safe."

"You really don't have to."

"I'm going to." Dash warned you she was getting up. Her arms wrapped around your waist so you stayed upright.

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