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Marco watched as she went, cursing to himself. He didn't want to seem weird and just be staring at her, that's creepy. But then he didn't do anything so she didn't notice him a- Yeah, he was overthinking this. The man shrugged, walking out into the lot to his truck and switching out his hat for a different fitting one, the previous being a smidge too big as he walked back to the stands alone, simply because none of his friends were there yet. |
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"Mornin', Marco." Liliana stated. "Sorry, didn't see you." |
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"Morning." He greeted, flicking his gaze to her. "Don't worry about it, I didn't even realised you were here yet, Blane got a flat and was going bonkers about it." Marco mused, chuckling softly. |
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"Damn, poor Blane." She smirked. "Oh, this is one of my other horses, Ghastly Prince." |
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Marco grunted when she said 'poor Blane', rolling his eyes. "Eh, the idiot deserves it." He said with a smile, eyes grazing over the horse. "He's a pretty one, must say that." |
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"His sire was a cremello named Spooky Boo, and his dam was also a cremello named Mystic Memory." She stated. "He had a pink muzzle, so that's how we knew he was an albino." |
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Marco nodded as she spoke, eyeing the horses decent confirmation. "Nice. He has a decent confirmation too, not the best but not the worst." He noted, walking widely behind the horse out of his kick range. |
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"Oh, he's a sweetheart. He's a good boy, won the Championship with me seven times." She stated. |
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"Damn, sounds like a sturdy horse." He murmered, patting the horses neck. "He's like, perfect height too. Man now I see how you won seven times." Marco mused with a small chuckle, walking back to where he'd previously been. |
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"You can take him for a ride, if you want too." She offered. |
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