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theattic2015-11-17 02:59 am
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Their eyes had all been covered in blinkers, but they'd probably been doing the same thing.
"Just-- keep following my voice. And try not to DROP the poor thing!"
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His boot hit a washed out spot. He stumbled forward and nearly pitched the poor frightened Kelpie all over the road. Luckily he saved himself at the last second.
"Okay this isn't working. Hang on, fellah!"
Maurice shifted Envy once again and with a loud groan, managed to heft the watery beast above his head as through he were a construction worker carrying a heavy beam.
"Holy shit that's better. Okay. Once we find somewhere to put 'em we can get somethin' to eat...oh no! Your dick! We forgot your dick back at the playground."
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Her tone of forced calm is largely to make up for the fact that she let out a small shriek when Maurice pitched forward like that. If she hadn't been busy internalizing all her freaking out, she probably would have hollered HAHA U WANNA EAT MY DICK?? GROSS DUDE or something else along those lines.
Whoever these two idiots Envy stumbled into are, he's clearly in the best of company.
Footsteps and a rustling of paper bags announce Heather's return to the vacant lot that they'd temporarily stopped in while they figured out what the heck to do with their find. The miserable horse's reins are tied to the pole of what was probably a street sign at some point, and the smaller of the two kelpie wranglers had gone off to find food while the Muscle of the Group (tm) fought through shitty cell phone reception to get in touch with somebody.
"Did you get hold of your mom yet?" Heather asks as she steps into the lot with her arms full of multiple fast food bags, all of them radiating mouth-watering aromas of grease and salt.
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He's stuck with these two extremely questionable individuals, whether he likes it or not.
(He doesn't.)
His head lifts right up when Heather comes back and he smells the meat inside those bags. He's never even seen fast food before, but even cooked meat smells so good right now. He extends his neck towards her as she gets closer, snuffling.
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"Naw, reception out here is shit. We might end up havin' to use the house phone. If I can't get through here in a while, I'll fly out to the trailer. I thought for sure they'd put up a new cell tower by now."
Maurice, too, was a bloodthirsty monster and reacted similarly to the presence of the Bumpers bags. He reached out to take the one nearest him and reached inside to pull out a fistful of piping hot french fries. They went RIGHT INTO HIS MOUTH, searing grease and all because he was a badass.
After a few moments of contemplative chewing, he pulled out a single fry and offered it to Envy--by way of accidentally poking it into one of his nostrils.
"Here y'go, buddy. You could use a pick-me-up."
Horses could eat potatoes, right? He knew they liked salt.
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Hot grilled beef, salty bacon, onions and pickles, that magic mixture of ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise...
It's enough to set anyone's mouth watering, even if you aren't a meat-eating swamp horse on the verge of starvation.
Heather chomps down with relish, not bothering to swallow more than half a mouthful before speaking up. Table manners with this pair are seemingly nonexistent.
"Man, no offense're anything, but Texas sucks."
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Oh.
Oh.
He needs whatever the hell that is and he needs it right this very second. But he's slow and cautious as he swings his head around as though he's only doing a normal horse thing and not steadily moving his face towards the bags. And then he strikes, shoving his nose into one and biting into a hamburger, wrapper and all. Fuck yes this is the best thing he's tasted in a long time.
Good luck getting him out of the bag before everything in it is gone.
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And no sooner had those words left his mouth did Envy shove his nose right into the bag.
The vampire stares at this with steadily widening eyes. Neither of his mom's horses did that! This horse was metal as fuck.
"DUDE!"
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Heather's first instinct is to grab the bag and yank it away, but man Envy's really got his face in there good, and the paper tears almost immediately, scattering wrapped burgers and a small waterfall of fries all over the asphalt.
Still with her own bitten-into burger in the other hand, Heather just kind of... stares at the remains of the one Envy managed to tear into. That's. Definitely not what she would expect a horse to do.
Slowly, she leans down to one-handedly unwrap another burger, and then holds it out to the scrawny horse experimentally.
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He hears that wrapper crinkling though, and his ears swivel right towards it before his head follows. He can't even really be bothered that this is...the opposite of normal horse behavior. He's so hungry and this is so good.
He stretches his neck right out to take a bite out of the offered burger. HELL YES.
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"Wo-hoah! Heather! Heather, check out this horse!" He squatted down and scooped up a handful of fries, patting them into a neat bundle before holding them out for Envy the way he used to feed his parents' horses clumps of hay through the fence. "Here, boy! Shit. We gotta--we gotta name this dude Hannibal or something! Look at 'em go!"
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She lets the very hungry horse have the rest of it out of her hand and immediately reaches for another. Before Envy knows it, he's got TWO people offering him big handfuls of food.
"Do you still have your phone out? Take some pictures!"
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Once Envy had taken the fistful of fries, Maurice wiped his hands off on his jeans and fumbled his phone out to snap a few pictures of the obsidian grazing entity that they'd literally dragged from the gutters.
"I'm sending one to Meranda!"
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"Get a picture with me in it!"
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Maurice backed up several paces so that the two of them were backlit by the street lights.
"Got it! Oh....oh, hey, Meranda's awake. She texted me back." He thumbed over to the app to read it. "She says not to bring it home. She can't tell me what to do."
Technically she was his landlord so she could but. Still.
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He's just whickering happily to himself as he chews on the latest mouthful, and except for flicking his ears at Heather when she stands next to him for the picture, he doesn't even mind. He does turn his head to nose at her hands to ask for more, though. His nose is...weirdly wet and slightly sticky, but that's an automatic response to the idea of eating. No way is he going to try and drag either of these two off now.
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She responds to the nosing by automatically reaching for another burger (they're running low at this point, it's the second-to-last one) and starting to unwrap it even as she looks over at Maurice.
"I mean, you could tie him up in the yard I guess, but that freaky rooster of yours would probably come out and peck his ankles open. ... Do horses even have ankles? ... You know what I mean."
The wet stickiness of Envy's nose goes un-noted. For all her weird hangups, Heather hasn't ever really had much interaction with real bona fide horses before. Maybe their noses are SUPPOSED to be wet.
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Maurice crouched down so that he could be closer to the horse's head. "You wanna live at our house, buddy? Huh? You could have Meranda's room and she can live in the carport with Bloodspur!"