Ah! New one!

*looked down to dig another nacho out of the little cardboard nacho platter, and /just/ missed the latest color* *whips his head back around* Wait I missed that one. Oh no! Who saw it? Tell me! What was it like? I have to know! *shakes the collar of a passing pony*

*his pupils dilate a little, like a cat that's just seen something very fun and crinkly and also within claw's reach* In between.. Yes, please. I'd really like to hear more. *he winks and mouths "call me" while retreating into the crowd*

*toothsparkle*

*feels moderately stressed out about not being able to find Zephyr again* *goes to sleep right there on the floor of the changelings' mess hall*

*elbowdrops a changeling from atop a bookcase, thinking it was Zephyr* *when he realizes it isn't Zephyr, he stuffs the nameless and dazed little drone into his hat to cover his tracks* *glances left, then right* *continues on his way as if nothing happened*

Good talk, buddies.

*leading a group of nameless drones in a hoof painting session* *told them the best ones would get hung up on the mess hall walls, but they're all turning out so cute, he can't decide* *they'll all go up*

I like your kitten, #3547. Nice touch, putting it on a mountain of fish. Ahw, and so many of you are painting you mum. ᴬᵈᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ..

And is that.. Princess Celestia taking a nap? Well, good rest is important. Especially for a princess, I reckon. Beauty sleep and all that.

*he himself has painted a jarringly colorful stick figure of a blue horse* I've painted my beloved, see? You can tell it's her because of all the hearts I've added.

Yes, #80085? Ah yes, let me see.. That's.. Ah. Hm. It's.. *jingly shrug* I'm not here to censor creative expression. Paint on, little bro, paint on.

*is fairly certain he's never seen a horrible little alligator changeling, but they /can/ be anything, so he'll accept that* *places a piece of parchment and a pot of paint on Gummy's tiny skull* You show up, you paint. Them's the rules.

Nooooobody knows the trouble I've seeeeeen

*on a train to nowhere* *it sounded fun and the ticket was cheap*

*spins a quill pen on his nose*

*was told he needed to get out more and touch grass during his latest canterlot university performance review, so in order to reconnect with the normies he's been hiding behind the toilet paper at a local shopping mart and watching ponies going about their day*