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Second Bamf

Who: Kurt and youuuuu
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Huntress
When: Shortly after everyone returned to their ships

[Kurt has just woken up from a cryo-sleep, and the German teen looks a bit bummed after having seen the date.]

Awww man, is the date for real? Did I sleep through my birthday and Thanksgiving?! Total bummer...

[He gives a defeated shrug.]

I heard of catching up on your beauty sleep, but this is ridiculous!

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[Good boy, Kurt. Accept it, it's easier. ]

Well, no, but I'm a professional party pony, it's my sacred duty.

[Another balloon appears from nowhere and floats up to the ceiling. ]

So! How old're you on this auspicious day?

[His eyes widen in surprise.]

I... I didn't know that was a... thing.

[He deals with that other truth as he reaches for that balloon.

...Where did it come from.]

Guess you could say I'm 18 now.

Sure is! Where I'm from, anyway. And I don't see any need to exclude non-ponies from my skills.

[The balloon is regular and apparently non-magical. Where DID it come from?]

Then I hope you have a super duper great eighteenth!

Well... glad you're so open-minded? [He runs a hand through his hair with a sheepish laugh, while he holds the balloon in his other hand and being puzzled by its existence.]

Thanks again! I'll try my best to keep it both super and duper. Mister... um...

It's important.

[Enjoy that balloon, it's for YOU. ]

Cheese Sandwich, at your service.

Cheese Sandwhich. [he repeats that to himself. That can't be his name, right? There can't be someone, even a pony, named that. ...Right?

He looks around, as if expecting to see a cheese sandwhich being referred to.]

...Where?

...Right here.

[He'll tap a forehoof on the metal floor of the ship. CLIP-CLOP. ]

I know I'm short and all but come on.

[He immediately looks right back at him.]

I- I see!

So ...You're the Cheese Sandwhich.

Yeeees.

[He's looking a tad confused. ]

On account of it being my name and all...

Okay. Okay!

...It's nice to meet you... Cheese Sandwhich. [He just looks so puzzled. But he figures he should try to be sensitive about a name like that when he wants people to not be weird about his appearance.]

Nice to meet you too!

[He doesn't seem too bothered. Because these magical tiny horses have weird-ass names, it seems. ]

Great!

[He smiles lightly.]

So. Um, do you do handshakes...?

No hands.

[He chuckles, showing no offence meant, and offers a hoof. ]

We do hoofbumps, though.

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