Amaury shifted awkwardly as Niernan reference his accent. While he wasn't shy about it, he didn't really know what to do about it and ended up standing there looking like a little kid. The African gave an unsure laugh alongside the Irishman, his blonde tipped tail flickering behind him awkwardly. They moved on to talking about horses, and Amaury felt calmer now, 'E's a dumb horse, stom perd, wat iz...' he murmured with a shake of his head. 'Uvver 'uns bit smarta... Dun' make az much chatta, ja?' he added gesturing to the other horse. 'Betta off ere. Dun' wan' em gettin' comfy. Ain't got 'em for buddies, ja?' Amaury rambled with a shake of his head. No, they were work animal who'd do well from being outside.Or at least that's what he had learnt back home.
'Did 'em maself!' he chirped up, 'Can do ya's if ya wan'?' the African offered with confidence. 'But yanno! I ent got nuffin fancy like un a dem gun thingys!? Jus a needle, but it'll be fine, promise, ja?' he assured excitedly, his tail flickering more and more.
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