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Kitty shrugged, gently stroking Crow's neck so she had an excuse not to look at him. "Its the least I could do." She paused, glancing at him. "Sorry. For playing a little dirty out there. Er- a lot dirty." She admitted, gently pressing her lips against Crow's muzzle and stroking the horse absentmindedly.
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He watched her carefully. That last night had been faded but really he probably would never forget some of it. Mostly the tone of her voice. He looked much tamer than he used to. His posture a little more relaxed. It was a little hard to explain but easy to notice. "Honestly it was fair play. ..That first one was a bit scary." He admitted, turning around, he walked back to the bale. He rolled his shoulder back before adjusting something to do with his boots.
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Kitty noticed the change in him almost immiediately, but it was rather hard to tell just what changed, besides the fact that he seemed more relaxed. She walked lightly out of the stall and locked it behind her, smiling in spite of herself. "A little jumpscare can be helpful every now and again." She said, her voice just barely bordering on teasing. "So, how's your wife?" She asked, trying to be polite. Edited at August 18, 2023 12:11 AM by Widow Valley Farms
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He smiled faintly at her, noticing the new attire, then looking back at his shoe, switching to the other foot. Her question made him stop, silence followed it. His thousand-year-stare was probably a little odd. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "She died, a couple months ago," he said quietly, loud enough for her to hear, his voice a little quaky. "She got sick. One of the incurables." He said a little more sure opening his eyes, he finished what he was doing. His voice had a very gentle tone, one she orobably hadn't heard except for a few moments when his shoulder had been stabbed by a tipped lance. That was a long time ago. Edited at August 18, 2023 12:43 AM by Prismatic Cove
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Kitty paused at the prolonged silence. She really hadn't meant it in any sort of condescending way, and he was starting to make her nervous. She winced at the news, looking about ready to smack herself in the face. "That's..." She cleared her throat. "Thats a horrible way to die. Im sorry for your loss." However, it did strike her as odd that he 'hadn't loved her', yet acted... somewhat distraught over her death. She stood hesitantly, on the verge of walking away and on the verge of staying, with no idea what to do.
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He glanced up at her as he finished. "She didn't seem to think it was that bad, actually. She smiled the same amount." He faintly smiled at her. There was his reason for being 'tame'. He looked away and stood up before she could respond, prefering to keep that quiet. "What's with the new style?" He asked, referring to her skirt.
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Kitty nodded quietly, trying to think up some considerate response before he cut her thought process off. She blinked in surprise as he noticed her... change of attire. "I- I was planning on doing something later today." She shrugged, shaking her head dismissively and fiddling anxiously with her sleeves as she walked to Grimm's stall.
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He smiled faintly. "Very new-agey of you." He said with a slight tease. He was slowly working past the fact that he was a widower now. He followed her to Grimm's stall, patting his pockets, and he fouuund, a carrot. He held it out for Grimm. Looking at Kitty. "Never leave the house without em(caRROT)."
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She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. New agey- thats me." Kitty chuckled, gently clutching the stall door and watching as Grimm pranced up, eating the carrot without a moments hesitation, promptly nuzzling his pockets for more.
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He giggled, nudging Grimm's face away. "Fiiine, one more." Ali appeared to have completely moved on from the death talk as he fished out another carrot to feed to her horse. "You've become quite good at jousting, I really shouldn't have chosen a joust where you might be there. Its staring to look inevitable that we're paired."
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