I hope that the stable actually has stuff like this, lmao. WC: 408
The beast had taken her coat, she said, and Denver scoffed, turning to face the stable once again. Ears flattened as pale blue eyes narrowed, staring into the stable of the wily horse. The ivory man frowned, annoyed that something more might be expected of him. Couldn't they just get going? After all, it wasn't really all that cold, and coats were easy enough to come by here. But Caspa seemed determined to get it back. With a grumble, Denver rolled his eyes. "Oh, jesus..." he groaned. It was just unfortunate that she knew her way around here better than he did; unfortunate that he needed her right now. He supposed he would have to help her. But he wasn't going to touch that thing.
Trudging back towards the stall where the brute stood, Denver peered in, standing behind Caspa, trying to see in as best he could. He did not want to get any closer to that thing. "Look, look, he's droppin' it!" he called out as the garment fell out of the dark beast's mouth and between it's muscular legs. Denver edged over to the side of the stall gate, standing up against the divider between this and the next, empty room. At least here, he was safe from it's teeth.
"Well, whatcha wanna do, girl? How'm I gunna keep it from eatin' ya?" he asked, glancing around. Icy eyes fell upon an open door not far away, brown hay trailing across the floor. Wouldn't there be some sort of food here for these things? Denver knew that people came and cared for the horses, after all. He was also unfortunately familiar with the rooms in a stable. "Hang on," he muttered as he moved towards it.
Inside, there were various bins filled with food for the horses. In one appropriately labeled "Snacks", there were several small apples. They was bruised and browning, but would surely still tempt the beast. With a shrug, Denver grabbed the whole container, not wanting to touch the slowly rotting fruit, and headed back to Caspa.
Holding up his find, he moved beside her. "Maybe this'll work," he suggested, carefully retrieving an apple and holding it out to her, expecting her to be the one to offer it to the dark equine. If the apples could hold his attention long enough, maybe she could dart in and retrieve her beloved jacket. And then we can get the fuck outta here already.
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