Military Log - 011

[dadandgone]

[A pony has his hooves to his face, glasses pushed up towards his black mane. Eventually he pulls his hooves down and the glasses fall back into place. He's not sure if he's disturbed, mortified, or just confused.]

So this is the madness we have to deal with this week? Pinkie, Rarity, Luna...are you guys still ponies because I think I need a little help here figuring out how you do...well...pretty much anything without fingers.

[Muttering]

Glad I don't shave any more, that's for sure.

Comments

[dadandgone]

With shaving or just in general?

[halfdarkened]

General, really.

[dadandgone]

Walking just takes practice. Anything else, well, I guess that's trial and error.

[halfdarkened]

Basic hygiene's gonna be fun...

[dadandgone]

[Nervous laugh]

You can say that again.

[halfdarkened]

I guess we can always use our mouths for the door handles. This is going to get pretty gross pretty quick.

[dadandgone]

Well, Pinkie and the others seem pretty used to it. Also, if we leave doors ajar we can just open them with our heads and not have to worry about handles.

[halfdarkened]

Except the bathroom.

Though I guess someone seeing me shower isn't a big deal right now.

[dadandgone]

Considering over half of us woke up without clothes in the bodies of ponies, I really don't think you should worry about that.

[halfdarkened]

That's my point.