Kyle laughed a little at Christian's words, "What's someone like you doin' on a ranch? Anyways, if you ever have an urge to get serious with horses, I'm your man. I might even let you take Socks out. Maybe you can even get your horse soon, if a sale roles by.. Or an auction, that'd be nice. Socks needs some company.." He laughed again as he poured feed into Sebastian's green feed bucket, "Though you might need some help, he's still a bit new to this. Though, yet again, you may've learned all the basic ropes already." Kyle smirked as he poured another can-full of food into Socks' plain old black feed bucket.
He jumped a little when he heard Lily's voice, "Oh. Hey there. It's not problem really, but," He picked up the two feed buckets and pushed Sebastian's into her hands, "since you're here, I suppose you want to feed your own horse." He winked at Lily and flashed a smile before sliding past her, into the stables, "Oh and I hope you don't mind that Christian feeds Rosey. By the way, hows she been?"
Kyle trotted over to stable three with an awkward sort of gait. The kind of gait you see middle school children running with when they still have their back-packs on. Lop-sided and reckless. Once he reached the box though he ducked down below the wooden edge and waited. A low whistle slid through his lips and small whinny could be heard in response. Soon enough and light grey horse was sticking his head over the gate to look around curiously. Once this happened Kyle laughed a little, slowly standing and pulling lightly at the horse's forelock. Socks whinnied lightly nudging his shoulder and Kyle responded by pressing his forehead to the horse's.
It was like Kyle forgot everyone else was there and when he remembered, he spun around and smiled, "You were saying?" He pushed the gate to the stall open and slid in with Socks, watching the other people from over the gate.
He jumped a little when he heard Lily's voice, "Oh. Hey there. It's not problem really, but," He picked up the two feed buckets and pushed Sebastian's into her hands, "since you're here, I suppose you want to feed your own horse." He winked at Lily and flashed a smile before sliding past her, into the stables, "Oh and I hope you don't mind that Christian feeds Rosey. By the way, hows she been?"
Kyle trotted over to stable three with an awkward sort of gait. The kind of gait you see middle school children running with when they still have their back-packs on. Lop-sided and reckless. Once he reached the box though he ducked down below the wooden edge and waited. A low whistle slid through his lips and small whinny could be heard in response. Soon enough and light grey horse was sticking his head over the gate to look around curiously. Once this happened Kyle laughed a little, slowly standing and pulling lightly at the horse's forelock. Socks whinnied lightly nudging his shoulder and Kyle responded by pressing his forehead to the horse's.
It was like Kyle forgot everyone else was there and when he remembered, he spun around and smiled, "You were saying?" He pushed the gate to the stall open and slid in with Socks, watching the other people from over the gate.