[ the criticism she expects does not come; a bit of irritation at the continued comments about his horse does. ]
How do you think I got her back? I already talked to Gray. [ and it's really none of your business goes unsaid, but the implication is there. Johnny pauses to look over at Slow Dancer. ] Lemme up.
[ though the horse would clearly rather lick up more soda residue, she relents, instead moving her whole head up against his torso. What happens next is unusual, to say the least: Johnny's entire body suddenly flips up as the horse bucks her head, taking him with it. It's like a circus trick, except the arc of his flight is a little too perfect to be anything other than supernatural - he lands sitting in the saddle with little more than a small oof. From there, he goes ahead and starts fastening his legs, still dangling limply, to the saddle, strapping his ankles into some kind of specialized harness. ]
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How do you think I got her back? I already talked to Gray. [ and it's really none of your business goes unsaid, but the implication is there. Johnny pauses to look over at Slow Dancer. ] Lemme up.
[ though the horse would clearly rather lick up more soda residue, she relents, instead moving her whole head up against his torso. What happens next is unusual, to say the least: Johnny's entire body suddenly flips up as the horse bucks her head, taking him with it. It's like a circus trick, except the arc of his flight is a little too perfect to be anything other than supernatural - he lands sitting in the saddle with little more than a small oof. From there, he goes ahead and starts fastening his legs, still dangling limply, to the saddle, strapping his ankles into some kind of specialized harness. ]