[Wolfwood is gonna be alone for a bit, so hopefully he doesn't die or something. Ain is purposely taking his sweet ass time with the horses. They don't need to be brushed that badly, but here he is giving both of them the full spa experience. He doesn't know what else to do; if he doesn't keep himself busy, he will get trapped further in his own thoughts, and then he won't be able to do anything at all. Ain is a very sad little man right now.
If he cries while he's trying to tend to the horses, no he doesn't, shut up. He's fine. He's coping like a normal adult.
Anyway, taking care of two horses (trimming their hooves, new shoes, brushie brushie) takes two hours. There's still time left in the day because that means it's only like, 1pm, and Ain doesn't want to see Wolfwood so early. He thinks he'll just blow up instead. So—
He scopes out the rest of town. What's within an hour's walking distance, anyway. This place is so large that at a certain point, the streets open up to accommodate full wagons and aren't just thoroughfares for a single horse or two. It's a nice place. Ain could see himself getting into a lot of trouble here.
Which... Yeah, he does, but the sheriff doesn't know. By the time he comes back to the inn, it's dinnertime, he has dinner in his hands, and he's basically learnt where all the cool stuff is. Also he stole a lot. He has six bangle bracelets on his left wrist and three on the right, and a set of earrings, and three more coinpurses...
He steals thrice as much as usual when he's distressed.
Here have your stupid fucking steak and potatoes asshole. At least he didn't steal those.]
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Date: 2024-05-29 12:06 am (UTC)If he cries while he's trying to tend to the horses, no he doesn't, shut up. He's fine. He's coping like a normal adult.
Anyway, taking care of two horses (trimming their hooves, new shoes, brushie brushie) takes two hours. There's still time left in the day because that means it's only like, 1pm, and Ain doesn't want to see Wolfwood so early. He thinks he'll just blow up instead. So—
He scopes out the rest of town. What's within an hour's walking distance, anyway. This place is so large that at a certain point, the streets open up to accommodate full wagons and aren't just thoroughfares for a single horse or two. It's a nice place. Ain could see himself getting into a lot of trouble here.
Which... Yeah, he does, but the sheriff doesn't know. By the time he comes back to the inn, it's dinnertime, he has dinner in his hands, and he's basically learnt where all the cool stuff is. Also he stole a lot. He has six bangle bracelets on his left wrist and three on the right, and a set of earrings, and three more coinpurses...
He steals thrice as much as usual when he's distressed.
Here have your stupid fucking steak and potatoes asshole. At least he didn't steal those.]