Grimm inhaled the next carrot and snorted, pawing at the door. Kitty nodded, staring at her horse absentmindedly. "Thanks. I dunno, I guess its kind of fate, huh? I really never thought I was going to see you again." She added, looking at her hands.

He looked at Grimm again, averting his eyes from her. "Me neither, a lot of things can change in a year. Though you haven't." He looked at her from the corner of his eye with his head tipped down toward Grimm. Teasing that her personality hadn't either.

Kitty raised her eyebrows at him, unable to tell if it was supposed to be an insult or a compliment. She looked back at her hands and cleared her throat. "Some things never change, huh?" She smiled faintly

How do we make it less awkward))

He smiled at her reaction, a teasing expression on his face. He leaned on the stall and turned to face her. "Indeed, on a brighter note my shoulder works better now." He wiggled it. "Now I have an awesome scar."

She eventually is like "...okay I hate you less now."))

Kitty smiled at him. "Good, I'm glad. Scars are great too, though. Chicks dig em'." She said jokingly, tilting her head at him. "So, do you have any weakness on that side at all or is it essentially as good as new?" She asked curiously, seeming to warm up to him a bit more. Her body language shifted to a slightly more comfortable position, her shoulder opening to him slightly.

He snickered at her teases, very glad she seemed to be less angry and tense. "So far it works alright, its not the same but its as good as I'll ever need it to be." He teased. "Your armor looks like it has a few more dents?" Half asking and half teasing.

Kitty shrugged. "I couldn't get to my blacksmith in time. Plus, I think it adds character, don't you?" She quipped sarcastically, gently reaching out to stroke Grimm's mane.

He grinned. "The chicks dig it." He wiggled his eyebrows. "You have a bit til the next show in England, I know a good blacksmith there if you are coming." He offered playfully.

Kitty gave half laugh, half scoff. "Oh yeah, I just love it when ladies fall at my feet." She said sarcastically, nodding at his offer. "Trust me, I'll be going. If you wouldn't mind showing me, I'd be down." She smiled, mimicking his tone.

He chuckled, absently holding a hand to pet Grimm. "Thank you for taking care of Crow." He said sweetly. "And for taking pity on my face when you hit it." Giggling.