Type and Print and Crystal group hug with all their might.
“I never thought I’d be glad we were chased out of Hoofington^ ^”
“Really? So you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“Oh no, I still am. I’m just less likely to harm you, now.”
“Yay, I got a big brother^ ^”
“I know, I was told and it made me so very sad, and so I thought, ’ Hey, WE could give him a family^ ^’ And so then I told Print, and then he felt how cute you are when I rubbed you on his head, and now we can adopt you if you like^ ^”
“Oh, hello, Caesar^ ^ How are-… White… Pegasus… brown stripes… PRINT! PRINT. PRINT. LOOK. COME LOOK. SEE HOW CUTE HE IS? WE MUST ADOPT HIM.”
“Type, we can’t just-“
Type picks up Caesar and rubs him against Print’s head.
“FEEL HOW CUTE HE HIS!”
“Okay, Type, calm down, damn!”
“Caesar. Caesar. Caesar. How would you like us to adopt you?”
“you come out of there or I’ll come in there and drag you out!”
“H-hey!” She follows and sticks her head under the bed, poking him.
“Come out of there!”
“… b-but…. you’ll try not to… right?”