Official duties

Lets get one thing straight, Switchblade hated Mondays, they were the one day a week he still had to guard Ponyville, and not surprisingly, the one day things went wrong.

He stood in the middle of the marketplace, keeping an eye out in case anything went wrong, he was wearing his brass armour with cogs lining it and a helmet of the same design, he also wore his work goggles to shield his eyes from the glaring sun. He frowned "Why can't I ever relax on a Monday." he sighed. He got back to keeping guard of the stores.

Pixel Flare was daydreaming again. This time, she had zoned out while walking to the nearest supply store to pick up a new pencil kit.

She almost didn't notice the guard as she bump right into him, spilling her saddlebags full of art supplies on the ground. Flare, herself had made a soft "Oof" sound and stammered apologies as she frantically began to pick up the pencils. She quickly pulled her riding hood off her shoulders and muttered to herself. So much for keeping low until she settled in! First day in Ponyville, and she already made a mess of things!

(Hope you don't mind if I join in)

Fleethoof was absolutely beat. Sprinting through the streets of Ponyville would do that to you. Celestia knows how many looks he had got, but he didn't care. Keeping fit and fast was worth the raised eyebrows and muffled titters.
Presently, he had dragged his weary hooves to the market. Monday was a good day for shopping - everyone was either at work or selling something, so there were less eyes on him as he went about his business.
He was about to start looking about when he heard an almighty thud, and a voice calling out "Oof"
"So much for Mondays being quiet" he muttered under his breath, as the black pegasus began to pick up what she had dropped. Part of him wanted to continue as though nothing had happened, and another part wanted to go over and help her.
After mulling it over, the polite part won and the red pegasus walked over to the middle of the market. Even though he knew he shouldn't get involved, he began to help Pixel pick up her dropped things.

Pixel turns to thank the newcomer stallion. "I-I'm sorry to bother you..." Pixel's face turned hot and she pulled her riding hood back up. She fixed her bags and looked at him, muttering thanks before bowing slightly.

Pixel Flare stood there for a moment. She shyly kicked the ground which seemed her point of interest at the moment...

"T-that's quite alright" Fleethoof stammered. "It's no bother, really."
Curse and damn! Why could Fleet never form a proper sentance around mares without tripping over his own tongue? It really was the most frustrating thing. Well over half the population was female, so whether he liked it or not, he was going to bump into a few. Also, this one might be nothing like...
No. The past is the past. You moved away to avoid all that. Don't start pulling old skeletons out the closet.
Removing his cap to wipe his brow, the sprinter smiled nervously "Well, I trust all is well, ma'am. Sir," He said, turning to the guard "I trust neither of you were h-hurt?"
Damn. He was doing so well...

Pixel felt herself blush slightly. She didn't know why, but she always had some vague sense of what others thought of her. Sometimes they were spot on, other times at least somewhat correct. And right now she felt she had made him uncomfortable somehow. Mental face-hoof.

"N-No, I'm fine." She ruffled her wings to shake off the little dirt she had on herself. After an awkward stare-off, Pixel nervously laughed and lifted her right hoof in a friendly-like way. "I-I'm uh, Pixel. Pixel Flare, but you're okay if you call me Pix." She shrugged and looked back down at the ground.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Miss Flare. I'm Fleethoof." As nervous as he was, Fleethoof was able to manage a small smile. He felt a tad more confident now that he knew her name.
"S-so," he began, obliviously ignoring the extended hoof and looking at the freshly gathered art supplies "You like to draw?"

Switchblade was caught in his own guardwork that he didn't notice being bumped into until he turned around and saw the two ponies directly behind him, startled he jumped away pulling his sword out and yelling a quick "Woah!" in shock.

He looked at the ponies with a fixed stare waiting for them to explain themselves.