[ steve smiles again, broad and with a nod, before he grabs his hammer and leans down on his haunches near the horse's hoof. he lifts her leg gently, looking up at her, making sure she's calm. he doesn't want to get kicked - been there, done that - so his eyes quickly move to eddie before they soften from careful to well, something else. he lowers his gaze, picking up the hammer and clawing the old shoe off. the horse moves, just a touch, and steve gauges her again. she's calm, and as eddie whispers, steve smiles as he lowers his head. ]
You've got a way with her.
[ he removes the shoe completely, the dented and twisted metal falling to his feet with a dull clunk. steve places the new shoe on, then looks up to the horse again. he croons softly, and he can't help it, as if something inside is pulling - eyelashes flick to eddie again, and he stares, watching him. his gaze washes over eddie's face, the way his eyes seem to reflect steve himself. after a moment, a too-long moment, steve shoes the horse with a few quick thwacks of his hammer. ]
I get business, yeah. Mostly newcomers like you, so I do what I can, sir.
[ he doesn't want to look at eddie again, and as the horse shifts, steve lowers her leg. he then stands, taking his gloves off, long fingers in the horse's mane as he strokes her. another grin grows, blossoms, before he soothes her nose. he glances over once, taking in eddie's face again, then backs away. ]
( steve's smile is enough to draw eddie in and beg him to stay. he doesn't want to be anywhere else than right here, right now, watching steve at work. it's enchanting, the way steve's muscles move with each movement, the precision he uses to ensure the nail hits the right spot so it doesn't hurt the poor creature. call eddie a bleeding heart, but even the thought of a fabricated creature getting hurt causes his chest to pull together tightly. )
I suppose you wouldn't get too much repeat business, huh? ( it's the nature of this place. sure, some regulars come back, but it's primarily a tourist destination and too expensive for repeat visits. on top of that, the hosts are cycled through, and their memories are wiped, so the likelihood of steve retaining such a long stretch of time is slim to none. the thought of eddie coming back in a week, a month, only to find steve doesn't recognize him...there goes the pull of his chest once more. )
Thank you. How much do I owe? ( eddie frowns as he reaches into his pants pocket to pull out his wallet. he doesn't want to leave, but the job is done, and the transaction is nearly complete. he has no excuse to stick around now that his horse is reshoed. )
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You've got a way with her.
[ he removes the shoe completely, the dented and twisted metal falling to his feet with a dull clunk. steve places the new shoe on, then looks up to the horse again. he croons softly, and he can't help it, as if something inside is pulling - eyelashes flick to eddie again, and he stares, watching him. his gaze washes over eddie's face, the way his eyes seem to reflect steve himself. after a moment, a too-long moment, steve shoes the horse with a few quick thwacks of his hammer. ]
I get business, yeah. Mostly newcomers like you, so I do what I can, sir.
[ he doesn't want to look at eddie again, and as the horse shifts, steve lowers her leg. he then stands, taking his gloves off, long fingers in the horse's mane as he strokes her. another grin grows, blossoms, before he soothes her nose. he glances over once, taking in eddie's face again, then backs away. ]
She's all set.
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I suppose you wouldn't get too much repeat business, huh? ( it's the nature of this place. sure, some regulars come back, but it's primarily a tourist destination and too expensive for repeat visits. on top of that, the hosts are cycled through, and their memories are wiped, so the likelihood of steve retaining such a long stretch of time is slim to none. the thought of eddie coming back in a week, a month, only to find steve doesn't recognize him...there goes the pull of his chest once more. )
Thank you. How much do I owe? ( eddie frowns as he reaches into his pants pocket to pull out his wallet. he doesn't want to leave, but the job is done, and the transaction is nearly complete. he has no excuse to stick around now that his horse is reshoed. )