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" okay! " he spoke , hopping down and walking in. looking back at marshall to make sure he was close. just a little extra protection if he upset one of them.
then the blonde was approaching the horses gathered together.
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β ' course . just don't run up on 'em too quick .
β might spook 'em , ' he says , nodding toward
β the gate that'd swing open with the simply
β unlatching of a lock . holding it open for the
β boy to head in before following after , slower .
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@drifterist evan could hold his own , he was quick and he could be quiet. what he didn't have in strength or size , he made up for in wit and speed.
eyebrow raising at the statement. " why can't i go? "
following close behind , his foot stepped onto the bottom rail of the fence. hoisting himself up so that he could get what he would call an even better look at the smaller horses.
a wide smile spread across his features , eyes ( cont. )
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β his head jerks out towards the pasture then ,
β leading the other out towards the fence . few
β grazed , but the smaller ones were what had
β their attention . gesturing out with one hand
β while the other rested against the fencing .
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" nobody'll come looking! " he assured him , smiling up at him. " fedra took me in awhile ago , don't really remember when. it's all kinda the same. you? "
looking up at the older man , a smile forming on his face. as he marched along side him , similar to his new friend and potential protector , he was looking into rooms. observing the area around them.
unsure of where vincent ( cont. )
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he looks a little proud of the kid, rifle shouldered away and motioning with his head to follow along. walking down the hallway, peeking through rooms and glancing at corners.
the place is mostly, if not entirely, empty. all they had to do was make it out the door and book it
was bringing him. but willing to follow him , anything was better than being trapped where he had been before . at least this guy seemed to give a fuck about his well being.
kicking at the rocks on the floor , shrugging. ( cont. )