Fox Trot

After asserting control over his cheeks, the young stallion watched the faint image of the kracken 'walking away', leaving town. A part of him was surprised to just see ponies milling about and going about their everyday lives. Perhaps that one time seeing that massacre wurm acting like a little baby dulled their expectations about such monstrous creatures?

Yea, that had to be case, why else wasn't there panic in the streets? He sucked his some air and puffed out his chest, breathing in courage as he thought it as. He then started to walk, in the direction of Soft's bar, trying to practice what he was going to say, only to fumble his words and trip over his tongue. Curses.

Eventually the mocha stallion made his way to the soda bar and peered through the window, he put on his bestest grin and opened the door and walked inside. He shyly waved seeing Foxglove and Snickers were here too.

"H-hey, hiya, ya'll."