Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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apparently, or so they tell me but i'd rather be fat than hungry. well you know, every thrill seeking activity i can find over there and they have some whoppers. also found some amazing climbs!
they'll need to let out our uniforms when we get back! but what's the point in going to america and not eating your weight in shit. i've been planning.
aren't most presents both? you're glad to get them but annoyed you need to find a place to put them? whatever you want tied in a bow. i won't enjoy it. cross my heart
he could go for some breakfast and he wasn't about to dissuade her from cooking it if she wanted to. she seemed harmless enough and unless she'd brought anything to poison the food with her, it didn't seem like she was here to take them out with eggs and bacon. "i could go for some food." he said with a little grin as he leaned back in the chair he was sitting on. he chuckled when she assured him that his comic books were safe and he rested a hand on his head. "you wound me. they're priceless." he said with a chuckle. he had a few that were probably worth a few hundred dollars when they were in mind condition but he actually read the comics that he had. he didn't see the point in keeping something for the sake of keeping it, he was careful, didn't ruin them and kept them packed away when he wasn't using them, if that wasn't enough it was no skin off his nose, he'd just grab a different comic to replace it. so he had a collection but he wasn't a collector, at least not as he saw it.
he couldn't help but grin a little as he saw the face she pulled and it gave him an odd little thrill to know that he'd struck a nerve. he didn't know what it was but he was a little bit glad he'd irked her, sort of like a little jab that he could turn into a flirt if he wanted and that was a weird feeling for him, normally he treated girls just like anyone else but there was something about this one already and he'd only just met her. "you broke into my house, i'll fawn over your beauty when i know you're legit." he teased her as he leaned forward a little and he let an easy grin slip onto his face. "ah you don't have to worry, i've decided you're not a blood splatter worthy threat." to be honest he was pretty sure he'd be able to pick her up and put her on his shoulder and carry her out of the house if he really thought she was there to do harm to them but he was relaxing more by the second.
he nodded and raised a hand up slightly, as if to say he was cool with it. "i figure when i go i go." he chuckled a little and to be honest so long as it wasn't in a fire, he was probably okay with it, granted it was as natural as possible. murder might not be natural but the nighshade was so that's what made it the plus. "as long as it's cool, i'm good." she just walked in the front door? he was sure he'd locked it when he'd got home last night. he was darn near positive but he'd been that tired he couldn't be sure. he'd have to remember to double check that later on or when he got home from nis next shift, make a point to lock it. "well if you're the kind of riff raff that's going to walk into my kitchen, i really don't see the benefit to locking you out." he said with a slight chuckle and one of those easy grins of his. was he flirting? a little. did he think he should? probably not. did he care? not a chance.
i think like the idea of you under my tree all wrapped up in ribbons .. but the cut out would be a good second! i can use it to terrify mason. ooo you're not really a wench lol
he couldn't help but smile at the roll of her eyes and he resisted the urge to roll his own eyes at her, he simply shrugged as he looked at her, hoping it was as casual as he was trying to be. it wasn't every day that he woke up to beautiful women standing in his kitchen and even if she'd been there to rob them blind, he couldn't say it had been an unpleasure so far. "yeah generally." people still knocked in his experience, though she couldn't tell if she was teasing of being serious. he relaxed a little more as soon as she said mason's name. it didn't mean she wasn't there for the wrong reasons but it reduced them greatly. he'd been friends with mason since he'd started at the firehouse and he was usually a decent judge of character. "that's a shame. here i was thinking i had it made this morning." since she wasn't here to take them for all they had, he set the bat down in the doorway and it seemed the motion had brought her attention to the fact he had been holding it in the first place.
"nah, defending my comic books and video games from would be cat burglars.." he joked as he let it rest in the frame of the door to the kitchen. he glanced down at the bat as she said she didn't want her face rearranged and he felt his smile widen just a little at that. "well i have to admit, it's a nice face." there was no harm in a little flirt was there? mason hadn't mentioned a girlfriend and he didn't think he was in the habit of hiding parts of his life. so she could have been just a friend? someone he met on a call. there were a number of possibilities really. had it not been early morning and had his brain been working a little more he might have put more thought into it but he wasn't going to. "but the trick is to leave no visible marks and not dirty the kitchen." not that he had much experience beating people with a baseball bat but he could only assume that it wasn't good practice to beat someone's face in, that would just put blood everywhere.
he knew they were, they were the three things he'd found brought him the most joy in life. there were other things such as his job and the friends he had, but it was one of those 'what three things would you grab in a fire' moments. although he did have to admit he'd grab his roommate before he ever grabbed the food in the fridge. he felt a little less vulnerable once the fabric was covering his chest, something like a thing suit of armour that let him relax just that little more. "ah the old dealy nightshade." he grinned as he watched her rummage around his kitchen. "good call." he joked with her as he leaned on the back of the chair. so she wasn't willing to share her name just yet was she? well that would be a fun game to try and play with her. he shifted to slip into the chair so he was sitting at the table, his arms crossing as he leaned his arms down on the surface. "so did you break a window to get in?"
