*he's sitting at the table, face down on it; a bottle of some strong smelling alcohol is nearby, half empty; you can see grey heavily streaked in his mane* R-rainbow? *he looks like he's gonna get up for a second, but he just slumps back down* No. No way. No way you're real! I'm not gonna be fooled again!
(It was pretty fun. My Dad came by, and just gave her a letter. She could not keep me. Her first excuse to keep me was that if I were to get hurt, it would be her fault and she would be sent to jail forever. What the fuck, right? O_O)