#sebbyking

Well, I mean, it’s not necessarily mine so to speak but—! My uncle and aunt own a farm back home and I went there a lot so I considered one of them mine~. {’ nods } I named him Bambi.

"Have something like this—?"

[; Chandler peered over at the stranger with curiosity and surprise in his orbs. What could this city guy have that Chandler had as well? Could it be the cowboy hat perched on top of his head? —No, probably not. The male standing infront of him didn’t appear to be farmhand material. The attire looked.. too street. Too city, for someone who lived out on the farms like Chandler himself. But who was he to assume? He always had terrible sense in fashion anyways. Then.. was it the rather grumpy horse breathing down his neck and trying to pull at the reigns of the lead he was holding on as he tried to drag it along to get its shots for the year? This was also hard to believe, but what else was there? With brows furrowing, he looked between the man and his horse, suddenly leaning closer to show how puzzled he was. ]