hilariouschaoshybrid
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He waves his hand dismissively, while conjuring up a large plastic mug of strawberry, and chocolate milk, promptly slurping the mug down, and munching enthusiastically on it's contents. "Long story, ancient history, well for me. It apparently involves creatures with powers beyond his, a shadow creature, and self sacrifice. Though, that might have been a movie I watched lately, not sure. Anyways, yeah. Hi alternate pops."
“Alternate pops. Right.”
He still didn’t like the idea of it at all, frankly speaking. A child. With Pinkie Pie of all people. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and simply stared at him for a moment. “Yeeah, you’re definitely Pinkie’s son, heh,” he rose an arm and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.