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Blane shurgged, tossing another glance at Marco who was throwing occasional glances at him. "Eh, cattle are kinda the reason in it. He shows them yeah, but like, being in the middle of them? Not that bad. Being with a herd of them on a horse? That's his defanition of anxiety right there. I don't know, after that he's never liked horses too much, period. I mean we've all let it go, I think it might've been because it was Sean who was trampled and sent to God that day. Marco was involved in....." The man trailed off, shutting up as he saw Marco glaring at him with eyes colder then ice. "I'm gonna shut up now. Good talking to you miss." He said slightly hurried, heading back up to the stands where Marco dragged him back out, going to have a chat, if you will. |
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Dean walked over. "So, what breeds do you got?" He smirked. "Two quarter horses, one Friesian, six Thorougbreds, two Clydesdales, one Shire, two mustangs, one paint, and one pinto." Liliana answered. |
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One black eye, four spits of blood, and who knows how many new bruises later, Marco walked inside, having just a light vibe of anger but everything else was fine. Staggering in a few steps behind was Blane, muttering curses under his breath as he walked past Marco and spat at his feet, tossing him a nasty glare to which Marco responded by simply smirking and waving him off as he climbed back up the stands. |
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"Um, is everything okay?" Liliana asked. "I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" |
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"Oh yeah, that's normal stuff for the two. They get into fights all the time over stuff. Seems this time Blane didn't want to shut his mouth, sounds about right. Marco usually wins but to be fair, Blane isn't the strongest. Anyways, if you just keep your mouth shut about what Blane told you unless Marco personally tells you he's fine with you knowing, you should be fine." Dean explained, watching as Blane kept his eyes glued to Marco, Marco turning every so often and acting like he's about to go to Blane, Blane flinching and standing and Marco just laughing in response. |
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"I see." Liliana stated. "Well, it's not my business, so I won't tell anyone." |
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"Thanks for understanding about it, we all have stuff like that. 12 dudes all broken in different parts and having some of the craziest trauma, truly does make a nice friend group." Dean mused with a chuckle, saying a goodbye before heading up the stands and sliding next to Marco, the intercom going off and the entire group tensing before scrambling to swap their hats out for helmets and put their spurs and vests on before clammering ontop of one another to make sure they weren't late. Marco and Blane were full on sprinting, them being next. Blane slid on the dirt when he turned, lanching off to the shoots to mount. <><><><><> Marco's turn came and he mounted well, riding for the eight seconds and doing eerything in his power to keep his spur out of the rope, failing at it. His spur got stuck when he had to hop off, taking his hand off the rope and getting dragged for a minute, the bull eventually yanking his boot off his foot as he darted for the fence, laughing as he toppled over and knocked down two or three of his friends. The bull kept running and Marco's spur was still stuck, the entire group losing it. "BUDDY I THINK YOU HAVE SOMETHING OF MINE." Marco called, still laughing lightly when they got his boot back and returned. The ride had put him in first on the score board so he shrugged, the group erupting in laughter once again. The man's scar was peaking out from under his shirt, being able to see it if you were at the right angle. |
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Liliana watched, a smirk on her face. "You, my friend, have some serious balls." She praised. |
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Marco took his vest off and saw how much dirt had gotten inside it. "Oh come on I just spent like, two hours cleaning this." He muttered, watching Blane go in the ring. "C'mon spur, up down up down, HOLD ON TIGHTER, spur along the side, spur along the side, okay hop off." The man narrated, watching his friends ride. |
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The bull bucked, and mooed angrily, flinging Blane off. |
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