Long legs bent at the knee and awkwardly straddling the metallic pony, Steve looks up, frozen in place, before glancing towards the kids. They snicker at him, Dustin shaking his head, clearly embarrassed of him. ❛❛ Uh... yeah, I know that. ❜❜ He clears his throat as he stands, his hands on his hips as glances at the horse. ❛❛ I was just. Testing it. To make sure it was stable... ❜❜ Steve lies explains before pushing against the pony’s head. He nods when it doesn’t budge, a loose strand of hair bobbing with the movement. ❛❛ Yep, totally stable. Okay, kids, enjoy your stable ride. ❜❜