[He will no longer wobble, by god. He refuses. So he's going to go... very slowly... by keeping most of his other legs down on the ground before moving the besweatered one.
Unfortunately, they... are not in sync. It's practically impossible given the circumstances. Who can be expected to walk at the same pace as a horse that hardly knows its own hooves? Still, it's irritating.]
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Unfortunately, they... are not in sync. It's practically impossible given the circumstances. Who can be expected to walk at the same pace as a horse that hardly knows its own hooves? Still, it's irritating.]
Your shoulder is digging into mine.
[why is she so pointy.]