[ his ears are burning, and he stares hard at the floor and his own
front hooves, shifting restlessly. it's a simple, simple sentiment, and he
can't remember the last time it applied. he's been forced on partners and
had partners forced on him, he's cooperated with rivals in the arena before
having to turn on them, handlers have touched him and cleaned him and even
cared for him and none of it was willing.
he lets his knees fold awkwardly, sinking down to the spongy grid
mats covering the floor's drains. it puts him a little below matt's
height, and more effectively in his power. ]
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...thank you, Matt.
[ his ears are burning, and he stares hard at the floor and his own front hooves, shifting restlessly. it's a simple, simple sentiment, and he can't remember the last time it applied. he's been forced on partners and had partners forced on him, he's cooperated with rivals in the arena before having to turn on them, handlers have touched him and cleaned him and even cared for him and none of it was willing.
he lets his knees fold awkwardly, sinking down to the spongy grid mats covering the floor's drains. it puts him a little below matt's height, and more effectively in his power. ]