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"description": "Today was going to be a long day for Wyatt Rogers.\r\n\r\n\r\nWhy? He had gotten a call from the mayor regarding an event that was gonna take place in a couple days. DAYS! How the hell was he and his team supposed to plan out an entire event in MERE DAYS! He swore, if he ever finds out the person that came up with this event, they were going to get a talkin' to. \r\n\r\n\r\nWorking in the city of Canmarea was a doozy, yes, but working as a species-coordinator for the city was more work than it should've been. He had to maintain relations between the ponies and griffons and humans, the former two species being more troublesome to deal with believe it or not. They had more animosity towards each other than they should've. He couldn't even count the amount of times he had gotten complaints about the ponies and griffons arguing with each other. Granted, it lessened over the years, but couldn't they get along? Couldn't they practice this so-called \"harmony and friendship\" some of his pony co-workers had been talking about? Absolutely a nothing-burger.\r\n\r\n\r\nWell, he could do something about it, him and his team. The event they were supposed to plan was to bring every species within Canmarea (and nearby) together and to learn from each other. Something, something, culture exchange and whatnot. \r\n\r\n\r\nWyatt had boarded the 12:20 train and was now bound to Canmarea. The trip from his home to Canmarea was a solid 40-ish minutes, give or take. He never paid too much attention to the time, but he was certain it was around that. He took a moment to look outside the windows and... it was beautiful. The clouds were large and grand, its shadows and light intermixing with one another to create a soothing look. The leaves on distant trees swayed with the calming wind, and the mountains in the background looked small. The sky was a brilliant blue, and overall, it was just nice to look at. \r\n\r\n\r\nThe nature here, compared to good 'ol Earth, seemed to have an understanding of humble beauty to it. Whether it was rain, snow, a sunny day, or a cloudy one, nature on this planet always seemed to notice its inhabitants, including the news ones, and took careful consideration on how to look as stunning as a sparkling ocean. Today was no different. Earth had its charms and he'll miss walking under the autumn trees of Winnipeg, but while he was alive, he'll appreciate what's given.\r\n\r\n\r\nHe set at his usual seat near the doors and was on his phone (a great invention in his opinion) and listened to music while reading a rather... uh... steamy story. He had stumbled upon it when he was bored out of his mind, and when he found it, he couldn't stop himself. He just had to finish the damn thing. The man wouldn't go into the details too much, but if he was forced to explain, he'd just say, \"They're doing stuff...\"\r\n\r\n\r\nThank goodness Wyatt was alone on his side of the train. If someone were to see what he was reading, he'd just off himself and-\r\n\r\n\r\n\"Nice read.\"\r\n\r\n\r\nHis. Heart. Fell. \r\n\r\n\r\nHe recognized that voice anywhere.\r\n\r\n\r\nFrozo-Fair, the mare that had forced her way into his life.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nHe didn't turn his head, but his eyes went towards the pony. She sat right beside him and held a magnifying glass in her hooves, looking straight at his phone... screen...\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nA great blush took over his face. Wyatt instantly clicked the phone off and took off his earbuds. He slammed the phone face down on his bag and was now all focused on the now-grinning pony by his side.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\"I didn't know you read that sorta stuff, Wyatt. Didn't take ya for a slob.\"\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nWyatt chuckled nervously. \"Fair, I... look, it's not what it looks like.\"\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nFrozo-Fair arched a brow at that. \"Not what it looks like?\" she snickered. \"I call bullshit, Wyatt. I'm not illiterate. You were reading smut.\"\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nDid she have to say it out loud?!\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\"No, you-you have to believe me!\" he was panicking at this point. \"I-I was just scrolling through my phone, and... uh... this popped out of nowhere! You just caught me at a bad time!\"\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\"Yeah, I interrupted your 'session', mister 'oh, pardon me' Wyatt.\" she scooted closer to the man with a smirk. \"You, my friend, are not getting away that easily~\"\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nWyatt Roger, species-coordinator for Canmarea, truly had a long day ahead of him.\r\n\r\n\r\n----------------------\r\n\r\n\r\nTruly one of my pieces of all time. I was inspired to draw his when I came across those \"Roblox artworks\". One good look at them and I was just blown away. How do they do it?"
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