Soo, I was saving that idea for later (but since some rabbit seems very eager to see more birds). Dash being a speed addict, can’t stand the fact of non preened feathers. Pinkie’s feathers are always a mess so Dash will mechanically start preening them. B-But that’s for aerodynamism don’t read too much into it U.U” (I guess that counts as bird and cat like affection ’)
“You know, you could take care of your own feathers,” Rainbow said, not for the first time.
Pinkie just smiled innocently. “I know, I’m such a scatterbrain sometimes. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Hmph.” Rainbow smoothed out a particularly unruly feather before answering. “I wonder about that all the time.”
Turning to face Rainbow, Pinkie tapped a talon against her beak. “Hmm, well, you’d probably starve to death for one thing.”
Rainbow lifted her head and frowned. “I meant what you’d do without me.”
Pinkie cocked her head to the side. “Aww, you don’t ever wonder how you’d get by without me?”
The feathers on Rainbow’s chest puffed up. “Just… go back to laying down so I can hurry up and finish this.”
Pinkie giggled. “Right. Sorry, Dashie.”
But as Rainbow resumed her work, it was clear she was enjoying herself almost as much as Pinkie was. Really, when it came down to it, they both knew that Pinkie was never going to start preening her own feathers.
Pinkie just smiled innocently. “I know, I’m such a scatterbrain sometimes. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Hmph.” Rainbow smoothed out a particularly unruly feather before answering. “I wonder about that all the time.”
Turning to face Rainbow, Pinkie tapped a talon against her beak. “Hmm, well, you’d probably starve to death for one thing.”
Rainbow lifted her head and frowned. “I meant what you’d do without me.”
Pinkie cocked her head to the side. “Aww, you don’t ever wonder how you’d get by without me?”
The feathers on Rainbow’s chest puffed up. “Just… go back to laying down so I can hurry up and finish this.”
Pinkie giggled. “Right. Sorry, Dashie.”
But as Rainbow resumed her work, it was clear she was enjoying herself almost as much as Pinkie was. Really, when it came down to it, they both knew that Pinkie was never going to start preening her own feathers.