The Cutie Mark Crusaders walk in.
>W-what are you doing, Anon!?
Should I greentext the shit out of this?
>Your eyes shock over as you roll off your bed, a plastic object clattering on the floor as your blanket wraps around you, sending your body into a cotton rolled spree for about a foot as you groan.
"Dear mother of Celestia, I told you kids NEVER," you emphasize the never with a louder, sterner tone, "to come to my house alone, or even better AT ALL? I have things I do in this damned house that are relevant to me alone."
>The three fillies are still staring in shock as you remove your arms from the blanket, but keep it over you as you look to a sketchpad you had on your bed.
>"Anon, we're sorry! W-We can help you fix-" Applebloom says as they rush over, but as soon as they turn the corner past your bed, you hold your hand up in denial as they stand still, your other arm holding up the blanket as you sigh.
"Just don't try that little stupid act again," you mutter as Scootaloo runs over, disobeying the rest as you pick up one of your pencils, and she sneaks the notepad right from you arms.
>"Anon, what have you been-" Her jaw drops as they ask what is on that paper.
Yo >>25323194 , you want this to be some stupid clop, some sort of bonding, what? I need to stop going full feels in these stories.