Down the road || testacalda
"Wasn’t that hard to recognize. What are you? A teacher?" Rolling his eyes he used the little bit freedom he had gotten now, actually searching for a currycomb. Luckily it didn’t took him too long, everything he maybe needed was near. Eh…maybe they took care of the horses. Still not enough to trust the people here with them. Though, he still felt a little bit more confortable that the other was now busied with his own horse. Attention wasn’t really something he was used to and while it wasn’t unnecessary uncomfortable it was still somewhat…weird.
"I couldn’t care less for your name if it wasn’t for the fact that you know mine." he answered, stubbornly looking at the fur of his horse while combing her, simply trying to ignore the first part of what the other had said. "King, huh? Are you one of these ‘All or Nothing’ type of people?" Probably…the most here probably were. "Constable…" was Lovino’s muttered answer after a few moments of silence. It still seemed kind of worthless to all that what he could be.
"Of sorts," he replied, tempted to poke his head around the stall and stick out his tongue at the other. Ah what the hell. He did. Lovino's face was priceless too. "I taught a few boys in my neighbourhood a thing or two about fighting." He sheepishly chuckled, "I did not come from the nicest of community's. As I am sure you gathered."
Sighing he stretched cracking his neck as he tilted his head from side to side. That felt good. "You should want to know my name. I could be king one day." He laughed again, standing up on a slat of wood so he could peek over into Lovino's stall. "I am. I have a rather personal reason for wanting the crown though. A constable you say? That is so cool!" He looked Lovino's horse over asking politely, "may I pet your mare? She seems so docile. Why a constable?"
