After Keefe was done with Diablo, he cooled the stallion out for what seemed like FOREVER; Diablo was super sweaty. After that he dismounted, untacked, put the horse away, and brushed him down. Keefe made sure water and hay were avaliable, and by now the sun was sinking below the horizon. He headed towards the cabin, already thinking about what he wanted to eat.

(I actually do.. every once in a while. I'm not on a lot, but my favorite games are RP games. My name for roblox is Fireatdragonsroar lol)

+++

Keefe was always more gentle and happier around Diablo, and Diablo was MUCH calmer around Keefe. Already Keefe could hearing the stallion prancing around in the stall. He snorted a little and opened the door to the cabin. "Hey." He greeted Lottie before going to stare at the counter and try to figure out hat to eat.

Keefe finally decided on the easiest thing ever and grabbed a pan, warming it up before cracking some eggs over it. "How's it been going?" He asked slowly, trying to start a conversation- but he wasn't good at that. Actually, now that he thought about it, the question seemed quite stupid.

Keefe winced a little at her response. His rather desperate attempts to actually make a friend were failing quite spectacularly. +I'll never be anything more than a rich boy...+ he thought with a small sigh, breaking up the eggs and turning off the pan as he silently put them on a plate, found some cheese and pepper, and headed towards the door... he didn't want to be a bother to her.

Keefe turned a little before he reached the door when Lottie sprang up. "Don't go hurting yourself for me." he mumbled with a snort, a side comment. As she spoke he shook his head a little, letting out a breath. "It's fine. I should expect it by now." He answered, going out to the small wooden porch and sitting down to eat his eggs. Keefe would never have any friends, not because of who he was but because of who his parents were. Everyone pretended to be his friend because he was rich, but they really didn't care.