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“Me and my big mouth.”
Those words escaped Sunset Shimmer’s lips as she considered her current predicament, and suddenly wished that she hadn’t said anything about the matter to Principal Celestia. It suddenly occurred to her that this world’s Celestia probably had an impish sense of humor akin to her counterpart. Why else would she point her here?
She sighed. This is what she got for realizing that she needed to get a job.
Before her was a corner storefront, the awning decorated with the legend “Ndani ya Mchaji”. Sunset didn’t know what it meant, but the words reminded her of what little she’d heard of one of the dominant Zebrican languages. The shop itself had a whispered reputation at Canterlot High, with the Eco Kids occasionally mentioning having visited for one reason or another but most avoiding it. She herself had never frequented it, but then again, she ne
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"What do you want?” he glared at her as she remained cloaked in the shadows of a support beam.
“You hate me,” she said, a statement rather than a question.
“I feel nothing. Hatred or otherwise toward you,” he replied evenly.
“It is what I expected.”
“What you expected?” he scoffed unable to keep the childish sarcasm from his voice. He hated the way her presence unlaced his well practiced control. “You were the one who said we were fated to be enemies, that our duty to our fathers was unsurmountable.”
“Yes, nothing has changed,” she said without emotion and staying tucked into the shadows.
The pair were silent. Assessing each other as they stood on an upper level in the skelton of a high rise construction site, the night breeze blowing through the train of her cloak and the tails of his mask.
“Then why call me here now? What more could there be