[ Johnny was raised by human hands, too, but his childhood was always spent with one foot in the stables. He knew how to ride a horse before he knew how to read. He sees right through her. To be frank, even if he wasn't intimately familiar with horses, he thinks he would know. She's tough, and standoffish, but he'd already seen a glimpse of the human underneath her steely exterior before, back when they'd both been freshly birthed into their newest nightmare in that underground chamber. Hayame's not nearly as indomitable as she'd like people to think she is.
He meets her cold gaze for a few moments; then, with a small, silent sigh through his nose, he drops his eyes to his bag, strapped in front of him on Slow Dancer's back. It's bulging from the shopping he must have been doing before deciding to let her wander in the grass for a bit. Maybe it's lucky for Hayame that Johnny's own upbringing was in the cushy world of the British-American elites; he's not much of a cook, and so the small paper-wrapped package he pulls out of the knapsack contains a meal already made. He twists the baguette to snap it and its contents in half, and then holds one half out towards her. ]
You allergic to cheese?
[ it's a regular sandwich - cheese, cured meat, some vegetables and dressing. he doesn't even ask if she wants it, because he gets the sense that she'd reject it. God knows he hates handouts. If he just foists it on her, it'll be easier for her to accept with some pride intact.
(Gyro would've admonished him for sharing his supplies with someone; Johnny, unfortunately, always was the more sympathetic one.) ]
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He meets her cold gaze for a few moments; then, with a small, silent sigh through his nose, he drops his eyes to his bag, strapped in front of him on Slow Dancer's back. It's bulging from the shopping he must have been doing before deciding to let her wander in the grass for a bit. Maybe it's lucky for Hayame that Johnny's own upbringing was in the cushy world of the British-American elites; he's not much of a cook, and so the small paper-wrapped package he pulls out of the knapsack contains a meal already made. He twists the baguette to snap it and its contents in half, and then holds one half out towards her. ]
You allergic to cheese?
[ it's a regular sandwich - cheese, cured meat, some vegetables and dressing. he doesn't even ask if she wants it, because he gets the sense that she'd reject it. God knows he hates handouts. If he just foists it on her, it'll be easier for her to accept with some pride intact.
(Gyro would've admonished him for sharing his supplies with someone; Johnny, unfortunately, always was the more sympathetic one.) ]