gidgetgoesnewyork:

blackscythesofdarmar:

/chuckles, a sincere smile crossing his face as he leans back in his stance, then decides to try and pop his back into place/

He sure is a fascinatin’ fellow, ain’t he? Heh. /looks into the distance in thought, then flicks his ear lazily/ Well, if yeh ever need a shop or somethin’, yer welcome t’any of my places any time. Got it? /offers a grin/ Any need of Vengeance’s has become mine.

{ observing his physical tics with poorly hidden interest— in wonderment of how alike he is to the horses with which she’s so familiar— she nearly misses his offer, blinking owlishly before flashing a smile of her own }

I’m booted, big guy— ya eva’ need an extra pair a’ mitts, mine are free, dig me?

/grins lightly, his ears flipping forward to listen to her with interest before he relaxed again, continuing to chew on the smoking apparatus in his mouth as if it were a poorly-placed bit/

Sounds legit. It’s been a pleasure, miss.