.:Soaring Hearts Stables|Horse and Rider Rp|Accepting:.

[bonjour.]

"Darlin', that's not even reasonable. You've seen me without a shirt on. There's no flab." he teased, swatting at her fingers as she poked him int the side.

[L a w l o r f f]

Kourtney rolled her eyes playfully. "Yes, I have, more than once. You take you're shirt off too much." Kourtney teased, grinning as she looked at Nate again. "And I don't know...I think they're might be a little flab on you're legs." Kourtney teased. "Kidding, kidding. I really shouldn't be talking about flab, considering you situation." Kourtney smiled.

[bonjour.]

Nate smirked. "Hey. No I don't. First of all, I'm not a woman, men don't swim with shirts on. And, last I recall, you were the one who took off my shirt the last time." he said, flashing her a look. Rolling his eyes playfully, he nodded. "No, you shoudn't be talkin' about flab." he teased, motioning at her stomach jokingly.

[L a w l o r f f]

Kourtney smirked. "Yes, I admit it, I was the one to take it off." She grinned. "Hey, watch it, this kid's yours too, and you're calling me flabby? You carry it around for the next 8 months and a few days." Kourtney teased.

[simply,]

Arctic faltered as the blow was delivered to his mate. He rocked back on his hind inches and dug in his heels, hind end falling under him. "Are you okay?" He asked Night, looking over at her. He reached out to touch her, but the gate was already shut, baring him from her, along with two many strides. His head was ripped back by the stud chain as he turned it and he was forced to look at Ashely, who held the lead in her hands.

[L a w l o r f f]

Night reach out to Arctic, the pain still throbbing on her muzzle. The mare was no where near used to such treatment. "Yes, I'm okay. Make sure she doesn't hurt you, teach her a lesson if she does." Night whinnied.

"Oh shut up." Ashley growled at the mare. Once She and the tall stallion were in the barn she clipped on the cross-ties, giving him an all too quick grooming. She asked him to lift his hoof.

[simply,]

Arctic nodded his head at the mare, Night. "I will." Standing still in the cross ties he felt the grooming pass over quickly and then lifted his foot easily for the girl, holding it at just the right hight.

[L a w l o r f f]

"Good boy." Ashley picked the hoof, making sure it was clean before moving onto the next.

[simply,]

Arctic listened to the grating of the hoof pick in his hoof and then it being set down. He shifted his weight and picked up his next hoof.

[L a w l o r f f]

"Good boy." Ashley repeated, continuing to pick the last three hooves. She left to grab his tack.