"(Snaaaake...)" Horse whinnied as Tycondrius held an apple out for him to munch on.
Tycon narrowed his eyes, "I'm not in the mood for your inane and illegal requests, Corporal Horse."
The chestnut stallion shook his head and swallowed loudly, "(Ah... I wanted to ask... how you're doing?)"
"It's been a shite week," Tycon admitted.
"(They're just humans, Snaaaake,)" Horse snorted. "(Since when did we care so much?)"
Tycon took a deep breath... Horse needed a bath and badly. He grabbed the stallion by the jaw and stared into his right eye, "I made a mistake that led to... far too many issues. I'd imagine the same happened in Jacksonville?"
Horse whinnied nervously, shaking his head away... "(Jacksonville was... different. But there were no witnesses, o' handsome and forgiving bringer-of-apples.)"
Tycon rolled his eyes, tossing the apple core up. Horse caught it in his mouth with an audible crunch.
