[D ponders over this very peculiar statement about horses as Erebus dumps his whole nose down into the waiting hand like some kind of day-old foal. The horse rubs his nose in a palm, maybe a tiny bit disappointed there is no synthetic grass waiting.
On the other hand, D is looking at these chickens around their feet. It's been a very long time since he has seen a normal, old school chicken. The ones on the Frontier are six-foot, seven-hundred pound mutations with three heads to go along with the giant hares and the cow-pigs.
This is apparently what happens to livestock by 12,090 AD.
Erebus' head lifts, extending out so he can butt the front of Gray's shoulder. Get a load of this guy. Staring at chickens.]
You don't have to apologize. It doesn't bother me.
[He is so fucking gloomy, standing there saying this in a soft, low voice with dreary, Victorian eyes.]
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[D ponders over this very peculiar statement about horses as Erebus dumps his whole nose down into the waiting hand like some kind of day-old foal. The horse rubs his nose in a palm, maybe a tiny bit disappointed there is no synthetic grass waiting.
On the other hand, D is looking at these chickens around their feet. It's been a very long time since he has seen a normal, old school chicken. The ones on the Frontier are six-foot, seven-hundred pound mutations with three heads to go along with the giant hares and the cow-pigs.
This is apparently what happens to livestock by 12,090 AD.
Erebus' head lifts, extending out so he can butt the front of Gray's shoulder. Get a load of this guy. Staring at chickens.]
You don't have to apologize. It doesn't bother me.
[He is so fucking gloomy, standing there saying this in a soft, low voice with dreary, Victorian eyes.]
I didn't mean for you to have to eat my portion.