[The next time our guy here gets off his horse, he'll return to find that it's made a friend. Dulcie is standing in front of him, stroking his nose. She gives him a smile when he gets closer.]
[And Charlie is also paying attention to the horse, patting it's nose carefully. She steps away from it when No Name shows, smiling a bit sheepishly.] Sorry. I shoulda asked first.
[ Amy hasn't really been looking where she's going all day, which has gotten her in all sorts of situations-- but a man and a horse, that's sort of hard to miss, even when you're trying not to pay attention to your surroundings.
So, when she sees him on the other side of the street, she stops and walks over. To say hello, really. It's only polite, isn't it? ]
[Everyone is after the horse today. It's like no one's ever seen a horse before (maybe they haven't).
When he comes back from...wherever he was a moment before, he will see this going on (spoiled horse) and stop a bit short and observe the proceedings. Yes, it's that guy. Patting the horse on the nose. All right.]
I gotta get somethin' like you for someone special. You got any friends lookin' for an old cowboy?
[Yes. Hushed conversation with a horse. Look he wants to get Larry something really cool and unique okay? Maybe not a horse but at least riding lessons. Anyway he looks around for--oh. There he is. He stops petting the horse.]
Sorry. [Like petting a sports car without permission.]
[Yeah, No Name. It's the horse. Ahem. Well. Mr. White does like horses actually, a boyhood love of em and the cowboy culture. Rough and tough sons of bitches like yourself but...it isn't exactly manly to express such things. Even though curses have been trying to pry it on out.]
Is it easier to get around with one of those things?
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Hiya.
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[Horse, you are a traitor :C He thought you were his bro, man.
Whatever. It's his horse. He'll just saunter on back up to it. Because it's his.]
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[He stashes something away in a saddlebag and looks over his shoulder at her.]
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Maybe.
[But he's kind of half-grinning, so you can get away with it for now.]
Long as he doesn't mind.
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Probably.
[It's like she came prepared. Anyway--his glance lingers a little too long...]
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So, when she sees him on the other side of the street, she stops and walks over. To say hello, really. It's only polite, isn't it? ]
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At least, on certain days.]
Hello.
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How's the horse? [ Great conversation. Amy is eyeing the mistletoe growing towards them. ]
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All right.
[He sees her eying it and he eyes it too. The horse snuffles a bit.]
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When he comes back from...wherever he was a moment before, he will see this going on (spoiled horse) and stop a bit short and observe the proceedings. Yes, it's that guy. Patting the horse on the nose. All right.]
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I gotta get somethin' like you for someone special. You got any friends lookin' for an old cowboy?
[Yes. Hushed conversation with a horse. Look he wants to get Larry something really cool and unique okay? Maybe not a horse but at least riding lessons. Anyway he looks around for--oh. There he is. He stops petting the horse.]
Sorry. [Like petting a sports car without permission.]
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But he's not one for scolding. Even if you do get A Look, Mr. Orange.]
He doesn't seem to mind.
[He stashes something in a saddlebag.]
Did he...give you any good advice?
[Horse sense, you know.]
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Making his way he pauses. Oh shit. It's Cl---no, The Cowboy With No Name. And his mount.]
Howdy.
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He'd keep walking, but there's someone standing there and--did he really just say "howdy"?]
Hello.
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Is it easier to get around with one of those things?
[Gestures to the horse.]
Even with the traffic.
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Doesn't suit him.
[Doesn't suit either of them, actually.]
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