-- oh. [Right, they're going to -- the breeding stall. That's right. So Shiro can clean up. That's the reason. The only reason. Matt is repeating this to himself again and again, clearing his throat and turning red again, grabbing at the lead with fumbling hands and trying to look confident as he steps into the hall.
It's mercifully quiet and almost deserted, only a couple stable hands hurrying one way or the other. Some of them linger, either at the sight of Shiro or at Matt's scent (it's still heavy, alluring, willing, and he seems thoroughly unaware), but the sight of the stud chain seems to explain everything, and they continue on. Still, by the time they reach the roomy, comfortable breeding stall, Matt's trembling with anxiety, hands shaking as they open the door, grab at the schedule and try to keep his handwriting steady.]
I-I, um. Is. An hour? Two? I haven't ever. Actually been in. One of these.
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It's mercifully quiet and almost deserted, only a couple stable hands hurrying one way or the other. Some of them linger, either at the sight of Shiro or at Matt's scent (it's still heavy, alluring, willing, and he seems thoroughly unaware), but the sight of the stud chain seems to explain everything, and they continue on. Still, by the time they reach the roomy, comfortable breeding stall, Matt's trembling with anxiety, hands shaking as they open the door, grab at the schedule and try to keep his handwriting steady.]
I-I, um. Is. An hour? Two? I haven't ever. Actually been in. One of these.