{{ Pardon my asking but is this a hint that you want me to leave the rp? }}
Avery looked pointedly at Kat. "Your horse os destroying the tack room," she snapped, more scared than angry. If that saddle had been ruined... A gift from grammy... No I don't want to think about it.
Bonaparte turned his back to her, done with this ridiculous conversation. Wasting my breath! Sheesh, what nerve. Throwing in one more comment just because he felt like it, he said, "I couldn't care less what you think of me. I's get Avery and I to leave this minute if I could."



