Ryan Kenney | 20 | Male | Demi-pansexual | Single | Tags; Blue, Tesla
After having woken up from his poor night's sleep, the male groaned as he stood. Not bothering to look at the resting on his bedside table, Ryan stretched before padding to the dresser in his socked feet. What to wear today... the male thought to himself, not particularly caring one way or the other. He needed to get out to the barn to care for Tesla. The stallion needed to get turned out before he got too antsy and inured himself as a result. Plus Blue had begun to stir, he'd be begging for food soon. Ryan pulled out a trust pair of blue jeans, an undershirt and a plaid pullover, dressing himself quickly. By the time he had finished, Blue was waiting by his food bowl, looking like one of those dogs on the animal abuse prevention commercials. Ryan rolled his eyes before filling the dog's dish. "You're really pathetic sometimes, y'know that?" He told the dog playfully, giving him a little scratch on the head.
He continued out of the room, donning his work boots before he left the ranch house. He could hear the excited whinnies of horses awaiting their food. He couldn't blame them. He was hungry too, but chores come first. He chuckled and shook his head, quickening his pace as he heard a familiar whinny. As he approached Tesla's stall, the palomino bobbed his head as if to say, "It's about time you got up. I'm starving." Ryan shook his head at the stallion before pouring some grain into the horse's bucket. As the horse started to eat, Ryan took full advantage of the rare opportunity to pet his Mustang's neck. He would continue to stroke the stallion's elegant pelt until he had finished eating; then he'd turn out the horse before starting his chores.
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