Trouble all my days [Open // Med]

[Shepherd Luis Raymonde]

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La Campana-- a reform school for sexually confused teens, and a way for homophobic parents to shove their children.

For one certain Southerner, however, it was more than that; La Campana was his only hope. He had more to worry over than displeasing his parents, or even that his parents might loathe him--those were already solidified facts. His main concern was whether or not he could do away with his bisexual tendencies and be allowed back into the family. The papers had already been signed, his name all but erased from the family tree--Shepherd had been disowned. It had only been his grandmother's relentless pleas that his father give him a chance to change and prove himself to the family; a gay reform school was, in her opinion, the perfect solution.

The solution, however, was turning out to be a nightmare--he stuck out like a sore thumb no matter where he went. Everyone seemed to be an extreme: one man might be a visage of pure, unfiltered virility, while another man (er...boy?) would stare up with round doe-eyes, feminine in every aspect besides dress (and even that, he was shocked to realize, was not always constant).

Shepherd was a friendly guy. To everyone he met, he was nothing but amiable and cheerful toward. The people, from what he'd seen, were nice enough--this fact alone did not erase the sheer culture shock that battered against him like tumultuous waves on a sea-cliff. The last week had not been a great one for him--in a matter of days, he'd gone from his fathers' prodigy to the black sheep--from a shoe-in at the auto-shop, to isolation in a boarding school...from perfect health, to a distastefully bruised face and swollen upper lip. Inwardly, in his sarcastic frame of mind, he reflected that he would have to call his dad up later to thank him for it.

Yes, everything seemed to be going to hell for the boy who'd had such a simple, pleasant life. A foreign country, an individualistic society full of members who didn't seem to give two hoots about anyone around them--nothing was the same.

There came one spark--one infinitesimal shimmer of light in the all-too-still darkness that had become his confusing stream of events. Horses. La Campana had a stable packed to the brim with horses of every type.

Now, Shepherd wasn't the little boy who went around dreaming about riding on a my-little-pony-esque horse with a flowing rainbow manes and sparkling purple eyes, but horses had always been a source of awe for him. As strong and powerful as any feline and canine, but as graceful and elegant as the most prim swan, they were always his answer when a school-teacher would ask "What is your favorite animal?" He'd always wanted one of his very own--but he had long known that such was impossible. He hadn't even had the chance to ever ride one before.

After learning about the stables, however, Shepherd firmly decided that that would all change as soon as the sun-set--his opportunity had finally come.

Firm, calloused hands grabbed at the cast-iron door to the stables. Still unlocked, the mechanism easily gave into his powerful pull, sending the door to sweep outward.

He almost felt like gasping.

For a moment he refrained, before he did--loud and audible, a few of the stabled animals raised their heads to locate the sudden source of loud noise. He'd never seen more horses in his life--not even in the movies! Brown one, tall ones, ponies--was there no end to them? He felt like a kid on Christmas, desperate to shave off all form of appearance and simply run hog-wild through the stable, petting and talking to every single one. He somehow refrained from shouting like a maniac, but it wasn't long until he was jogging down the aisle with a wide grin plastered onto his face.

His eyes took in the horses and the placards displaying their names and who they were owned by--how many students owned horses, for goodness sakes? In reality, he would've been more than content to ride on or spend time with any of the horses before him--but with such a multitude, he wanted to see all of them.

He found her--the mare instantly caught his eyes. An off white, short little thing, donning the name "Sugar Cube". Shepherd stopped before her pen, reaching a hand out and making a kissing noise with his lips. Her head lifted, soft brown eyes meeting with his as she took the few steps necessary to meet with his hands. Yes, she was the one--with her grey mottled spots, tranquil nature, and delightfully sweet name. "Hey there, Sugga." He whispered to the mare, running his hand along the length of her muzzle. His eyes turned toward her placard, and delighted in learning that she was unowned. Not that he would ever own her, of course--he'd never have the kind of money necessary to own a horse...much less the property required to give her a happy life.

The most he could do was stroke her and gently talk to her--and try to figure out exactly how one went about riding a horse in the first place.

NOTES Mmm. Shepherd loves hawses.
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[Cornflower]

Corn in his entire 16 years of living had never seen a place more extravagant. Had never walked on floors that could have been this expensive. Hell had never been to a place this big! This school itself had to be bigger then his old high school, middle school elementary school and his house put together! Not that his house was very big, no not at all. In fact it was even said to be too small for one person, but his mother and himself had always crammed in just fine. It wasn’t even cramped when his mother had gotten a fiancée, well at least not in Corn’s opinion. But Corn had always liked small simple things. And this school was the exact opposite. Extravagant and much too large, the country boy wasn’t used to any of this. He felt, so disconnected from nature and it scared him. So when he had heard about the stables he nearly bolted to them. A chance to feel connected back to the land. Corn didn’t consider himself a spiritual person, or really anything of the sort. But he wasn’t really fond of the city type of life, of all the noise and sounds. Having grown up for the most part alone in the mountains, the idea of being stuck in a place like this scared him. He wanted the constant green back, the smell of the ocean almost everywhere, geckos running everywhere around the buildings. Nature and modern human convinces combined.

He made sure to keep his body posture confident as he made his way to the stables. Steps even, back straight; he even kept his eyes cold. In a ‘don’t fuck with me’ sort of way. Refusing to look around, brown eyes flickering quickly from side to side, he couldn’t let them do that, no. He’d look scared, frightened, alone and venerable. He couldn’t let himself be seen like that. He didn’t want anyone picking on him today. They normally left the confident ones alone, normally. He had even tried to dress the part of confidence. Leather pants hugged his hips tightly, and he wore knee high boots with a slight heel. He had a black tank-top under a Chinese style jacket that reached his mid thigh. He kept a long black scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. His long sleeves that reached his mid finger joints kept his arms some what warm and he tried not to shiver. It was so cold, Corn had never been so cold before, and it’s not like he had any warm clothes to his name. He hadn’t needed any, where he had lived. He figured he needed some quick, before it had gotten really cold. This probably meant a job, Corn didn’t have much money. Any he did he had worked for. From the way he dressed one might think he was well off, but the exact opposite was true. He had gotten all of it on clearance or had made it himself. Corn was the lowest of middle class before poor.

He kept walking, forcing himself to look straight ahead, like he couldn’t give a damn about anything. However the smell of the stables brought a light to his eyes. Horses. He had ridden horses maybe a few times before, and absolutely loved the creatures. Tall, powerful and they reminded him of home. Not that he missed his family. No, he didn’t miss them in the slightest. But he missed the land, Hawaii was his home, and he was very connected to it. He slipped into the stables as quietly as he could; the door was already open for some odd reason. Possibly someone else was here, he kept himself from making an annoyed face. Just in case someone he hadn’t seen was watching him. He couldn’t let them see what he didn’t want them too. He’d portray the type of person he wanted too. He could keep his lies in check, he’d done it his whole life.

He walked around a bit, walking on the balls of his feet, keeping the steps silent. So many horses, he wanted to just reach out and pet one. But no, he couldn’t. Taking a look at all the name plates his face twitched with a bit of melancholy. Gah! These horses were owned? Corn felt his heart drop. He’d never be able to ride them, much less own them. He could never own one himself, could never afford one, and take care of one. It didn’t matter if he did work all the hours he could at normal part times jobs and even did shady work on the side. He sighed. Damn, there just went his day, week?

He blinked as he heard the voice of another. So someone else was here. He looked around and spotting another boy, jumped behind the nearest available hiding spot. He peeked his head out a little, trying to get a good look at the other boy. He didn’t seem much older then himself, if at all really. But damn he was tall, much taller then himself anyway. Corn felt his heart race a bit. What if he wasn’t nice, what if he was a mean person? The other would most defiantly have a height advantage. Wait, what was he doing? He was judging the other without even talking to him. Plus he was being so sweet to that horse from what Corn could see. ‘Sugaa’ was adorable. He had a cute way of speaking too. He couldn’t possibly be an entirely bad guy. Animals normally didn’t like bad people, Corn believed this firmly. He took a shaky step out from his hiding spot, and tried desperately to regain his confident body posture back. He took quiet step towards the other and forcing a smile onto his face called out quietly. “Ano….” A whisper… “Hello there.” Loud enough he hoped and he didn’t even stutter. Wonderful, wonderful, maybe he’d make a good first impression.

[Dustin]

ya think after a whole day surrounded by animals that the thought o them would be the last thing on someone's mind but no. Dustin loved animals all too much to not think about them, hence why spotting a stable on his return to the school gave him a new burst of excitement. The boy had been returning from work at the park and looking like it too. His hair was up in a messy pony, bits of hair falling in his face that wasn't free from the terrors of the day either. He had a few smudges of dirt on his face, as well as one his faded jeans and navy plaid button up. It was button down now though, hanging loosely on his small shoulders to show the black tank tee underneath. The jeans and shirt were not only messed up had a few rips here and there. The boy wasn't called the klutz of the crew for nothing. In his absent-minded cleaning, he had fallen into one of the ditch area type cage of the animals. He was lucky it was empty, but he landed on some branches kept inside. It wasn't like he really got hurt, Dustin always got hurt and jump up a moment later perfectly fine. Besides he didn't care about his appearance. that was a girl thing...he hated girly things. Besides he had better things on his mind. Like horses!

Dustin had ridden a few horses in his life, he once even got to go to a dude ranch in the mountains. He still remembered that place clearly. getting up at 5 am and sneaking out the room to head down to the stables and watch people ride..he loved the horse he got, violet. That dark chestnut horse was so gentle and beautiful. there was only one other horse he clearly remembered but it wasn't from the dude ranch, it was from the stable that has literally been down the block from his old home. His old pal Mark his grandmother ran the place. Damn he couldn't count how many weekends he and Addie were up there, feeding and caring for the horses. Even when it shut down, he and his friend had left home before daybreak to help the old lady clean out all the stables. was it called mucking? He shrugged at his own thoughts, not really caring what it was called. He had done many things at that place, but then again he loved helping people with work.

Walking in, the boys' eyes went wide. he didn't know much about horses with diffrent types and such but damn, this was like a candy shop full of them. the boy couldn't look away, instead he was going form stall to stall peering in on all the horses, blue eyes unable to get enough of the sight. They were all so damn beautiful! Though sadly he was so lost in though of the horses he lacked to see anyone around him. Looking at the great animals as he walked, it wasn't long before he reached where the other two teens were and didn't notice the large hat wearing male till he literally ran into him. "Ack!" Dustin let out a startled yelp as he hit the mans back and lost his foot, falling with a soft thud to the floor of the stable. The boy blinked before looking up and blushing deeply, seeing he had knocked into someone- "A-Ah...s-sorry..." The boy gulped and looked away, hoping he wouldn't get yelled at.

[Shepherd Luis Raymonde]

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So amused was he with his attenton to the horse, that Shepherd's normally acute senses failed to perceive any intruders. As he cooed softly to the gentle giant, his left hand stroking down the length of her head, he did not hear as first one and then two boys entered into the stable. That was, of course, until the first spoke--Shepherd quickly reeled up and turned to face Cornflower.

He stared for a good moment, his mind merely trying to assess the boy's apparel. Or...was it a boy? The occupants of this school confused the hell out of him. Regardless of gender, however, this student struck him as peculiar. Perhaps it was only the fact that as of yet, no one had yet returned any semblance of hospitality towards him. He'd tried enough--but it seemed that being the new kid in school had the same implications in Spain as it did in America. People already had their well-established groups; everyone had their own friends. And it was hard for him, coming from a culture that delighted in meeting anyone new and exciting, to meet so many people who didn't. Shepherd instanty decided that he liked this kid. He smiled back, "Well, howdy! Y'all nearly scared the shit outta me!" He beamed at the boy, lifting a hand to give wave.

Suddenly, his mind wrapped itself around an idea--the tight pants, strange look, foreign looking shirt...this kid must've been a part of some gang! When the idea hit, he realized how stupid he was; how could he have not realized sooner? His grin nearly doubled in size as excitement coarsed through his gang. What if it was the Chinese mafia? Or...wait, did Japan have a mafia? Shit, it didn't matter! His mind raced at thousands of miles and hour, questions almost demanding to be released from his mouth in a vicious stream. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed likely in his head. He coughed lightly, trying to diminish the smile on his face. He tried to recall the old movies he used to watch with his family on Friday nights. Amidst all of the Disney flicks and movies about cheesy romances, the boy's occasionally got their pick of film, and an old gangster movie would be the selection for the night. He pulled to mind the images of these guys in suits, toting around guns and killing people like it was no big deal. Shepherd nearly smiled again--those guys were so cool. Which meant, by extension, that this kid was too!

Shepherd put on what he hoped was an indifferent face--well, if he was going to learn more about him, he had to get 'in his good grace', didn't he? He'd have to blend...look nonchalant and apathetic.

That became quite a deal more difficult when, in the next moment, something ran into his side and briefly unbalanced him. He staggered backward before catching his footing, one hand extending and grabbing one of the wooden planks that made Sugar Cube's pen. Said horse made a soft whinying noise, as if to show her disapproval for the sudden ruckus the two students had caused.

"Sorry Sugga" Shepherd said in a response to the horses discontent, before turning his eyes downward to inspect the girl (or was it a boy...nah, too feminine, Shepherd decided) who had set him off balance. With all of the Southern hospitality possible in one human being, Shepherd smiled and laughed, extening a hand down to help Dustin, "T'aint nothin' to apologize for! Here, let's get ya up n' make sure nothins' hurtin'!" He kneeled down to get closer, chancing a quick glance at his new mafia-friend.

Looking between the two, Shepherd realized that he was having fun--for the first time since he'd been in Spain, he was doing something he liked, and had people to talk to.

NOTES Pfff. This is so ridiculous. Shepherd has a crazy mind. So ballsin' crazy...and a bit stereotyped xD. This is a bit short too, but I'm really working on making my posts more brief :3
Oh, and no proof-read for you guys. Too lazy xD
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[Cornflower]

Corn resisted the urge to squirm uncomfortably under the eyes of the other. He hadn’t offended the other boy had he? What if he had? Gah, he’d have to apologize so much. He really hadn’t made as good of an impression as he had hoped. He gave a mental sigh; he’d never make friends like this. Still—maybe he hadn’t, maybe he could salvage this, or at the very least he could try. A wave of relief washed over him as the other smiled. It seemed genuine, maybe he wasn’t mad. His own smiled relaxed. “I’m sorry.” Behind his back he fumbled with the rings on his fingers nervously. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He raised his hand near his mouth, waving back. Chuckling softly behind his hand, eyes closed in delight; the other boy was adorable. Corn hoped they would become friends.

The accent… This boy was—American wasn’t he? Even if he wasn’t from mainland America, they were both still Americans. Something they had in common. Common ground was always a good thing when meeting people. Or at least Corn wished it would be in this situation. He hoped the tall male wouldn’t be one of those people who looked down on him for being an island boy. They were… always so rude. The Asian boy had never like people like that, so ignorant. They didn’t know anything, not like people from Hawaii were so different. Even in their ignorance they were the same.

As soon as he opened his eyes though, his head tilted to the side, a tad confused. The taller boy was smiling so much. Corn couldn’t figure out why. Was there really something so worthy of smiling so much around here? Well, besides the horses. The horses were always something to smile about. Eyes flicked around the barn and saw nothing. Then again he and the other were different people; maybe he saw something that Corn didn’t. Maybe he was just as excited as Corn was, or more so. After all he seemed rather attached to the horse he was standing in front of. Did he own that horse? Corn raised a brow partly questioning, partly impressed. It wouldn’t surprise him if he did. If the boy knew how to ride a horse that’d be wonderful. Maybe, just maybe he’d teach Corn how to ride better. The extent of Corn’s knowledge was how to get on the horse and then not fall off; and then sometimes he failed at that too. It really sucked to fall off of such tall animals. He puffed up his cheeks lightly at the memory. He’d have to make sure not to do that now. It wouldn’t make a good impression. He’d look like an idiot; Corn didn’t want to be seen as an idiot. It would serve no purpose.

He stopped himself from frowning as the other put on an indifferent face. He wasn’t going to try to be cool was he? Well… Corn really couldn’t blame him; after all he was trying to do the exact same thing. The cheerfulness and vibrancy of the other was so very endearing. Corn hoped that he wouldn’t try to cover it up in an attempt to be cool. He was so cute. Corn loved cute things; they always made him feel more comfortable. And... And… well he didn’t know how else to explain it, other then he liked cute things. Corn was a failure of a man, wasn’t he? Something he had come to terms with a long while ago.

Corn blinked in shock as the other stumbled forward, making him take a step back as well. What had…? Eyes settled on another figure on the floor. Brows furrowed in worry and he took wary steps forward. Were they hurt? “Ah… Are you two okay?” Ignoring his normally timid nature he quickly walked towards the others. “Do you need help?”

[Dustin]

Damn! Not even in a place for ten minutes and he messed up already. Dustin silently cursed and bit his lip, quickly looking away from the boy he knocked into, silently praying not to get scolding and at the same time tried to thing of a defense. His shoes are loose...he's drunk? Maybe the usual he's a dumb blonde. Either way he was nothing short of scared. Dustin had met some very strange people here already and certainly didn't want to wind up getting shot for real like the last time. Sure the scar would have been cool but he knew but getting shot had the hurt like a bitch!

The boy was shocked by the friendly greeting he received. Confused he looked up at the boy and blinked, almost unsure what to do a moment. He was nice, it was weird. Sure Dustin had seen nice people before but never at school, much less a high school. The smaller of the pair gave a nerves gulp and paused a moment before accepting the generous hand, placing his own hand on the wooden stable door to pull himself up, looking away in a mixture of shyness and embarrassment. "..Thank you" He looked up a moment and his eyes drifted to Cornflower, confused only a moment. What was with this school?! Every teacher and student he's met looked like they came out of a damn magazine and these two were no different. The more feminine of the pair before him stood out from the lot Dustin had seen lately. It took him a moment but he realized the boy was Asian. That was a sight he was use to living in Vegas. As for the other though, that was a new sight. Unlike the other he held a more rugged look and he was clearly large then both the smaller boy put together. This didn't help Dustin feel any better. This guy could knock him out, best stay on his good side. The accent caught his attention the most. He had heard that before, from his brother when he went down south for schooling. The memory almost brought a smile to his face but he ignored it, though he did smile, just a rather timid one. "Sorry again...I wasn't looking where I was going"

His attention turned to the horse and he smiles a bit wider, placing his hands on the stable door. "Sorry there girl..." The boy reached forward and gently stroked the large animal's muzzle, pulling away after a moment, a bit more relaxed then before. Dustin had been too jumpy, given the change to relax he was better now and nodded in the pairs direction. "Ah...Sorry for.. literally..barging in on your date" the boy spoke in a bit bolder matter, at least, a bit bolder then his shaky voice from before. His words were only an assumption but it was the best bet really. This was a gay reform school and these two males were alone in a barn, for the rather scandalous thoughts in the boys heads, it was the only logical answer. The more he thought on that though, the more he realized he was lucky he didn't wander into a much more amusing sight. Taking it he was a bit in the way he edged back over the the stable door, once more giving his attention to the horse there, suddenly not wanting to be there. They were strangers so they wouldn't be too daring right? It wasn't like his friends back home who would more or less dry hump during class.

Even the memory of that math class made him shudder.

Shaking his head the pony-tailed boy gave a polite smile and shifted a bit before making a slight cough. No, they clearly weren't about to do anything wrong, after all this was a stable. No one was that daring. He hoped. No, instead he had to take this chance, after all he had only met a few people, so he should accept this opportunity to meet some people other then the simple three he knew. "Um..." He paused, suddenly realizing why he never did this. It was damn hard. No, he had to, after all it was only a stupid greeting. "...Er, my names Dustin..." His voice came out soft, almost a whisper and he silently cursed himself. He's gonna look like a damn retard who can't talk right. The boy quickly looked away, instead staring at the horses. He was a idiot.

Notes: .............-snorts-
btw, that relaly did happen in my math class~

[Shepherd Luis Raymonde]

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There was very little in the world that could, quite literally, leave Shepherd Luis Raymonde speechless. He had something to say on everything--even when he had nothing to say, he would somehow manage to fit together some sort of comprehensible sentence.

Dustin's accusation, however, had left him in such a state. His mouth half-open in a gape, his hands hanging limp at his side, and a quizzical look upon his face. At first, he assumed he had heard incorrectly. When, in another moment, he realized that he had, a blush spread across his cheeks--alight with an embarrassment he didn't quite know how to express in words.

As suddenly as the horrified gaze came about, it left. In the next moment, the gape turned into a smile--his silence into abrupt, robust laughter. He laughed harder and harder, eventually using the stable behind him to support himself. He nearly doubled over before reaching a hand out and clapping Dustin on the back twice. "Awh shit man! Y'all tryin' ta gimmie a heart attack?" He allowed himself a moment to allow the laughter to subside, before standing up to his full height once more. "Naw, don't be silly. I just met her, not a moment 'fore you barreled inta' me! Aint no date goin on...hell, man! Who would take a date ta the stables anyway? I mean, unless we were gonna ride horses...wait. Okay, nevermind, guess this is a pretty good place for a date." Shepherd paused briefly, one hand lifting to scratch the top of his nose as he thought. "But then...it wouldn'ta mattered, what you runnin' inta me. I mean, if we were on a date, we'd just be gettin on ou' horses and goin' off ta ride." Shepherd shrugged, as if he were truly trying to mull such a thought over in his mind. "Well, we aint on a date anyway, so I guess it don't matta' none."

Without recognizing that he was rambling, Shepherd continued speaking, turning to look at the two. "Well, name's Shepherd. Friends call me Shep though. Y'all can call me that if ya want." After introducing himself, Shepherd liked to offer his hand to shake. Which, given the situation, lead to one terribly confused hick. After a brief moment of thought, Shepherd again smiled, sticking one hand out to both of them.


Shepherd loved meeting new people--it was one of his favorite things to do, in fact. But as interesting as these two were--as nice and humorous as they were, Shepherd was the kind of guy who's mind worked on one track. He tried to not show his impatience, but he was getting antsy. He bounced on the balls of his feet in anticipation. His excitement had only grown more at the appearance of the two strangers. Riding a horse seemed like fun enough...but riding with new friends? And, with any luck, he hoped one of them would know a few things about riding horses.

Otherwise...well, he was going into it with the same reckless abandon he went about most things. Which, as far as he was concerned, was the best way to go about anything.

NOTES Short post is short...sorry D:
I just wanted to hurry up and pump something out, so these three can get on some horses already! xD
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[Cornflower]

Of all the things for the boy to assume, he just had to assume that they were on a date! Corn quickly tucked his chin into his scarf, letting his hair hide his face. Hoping the others wouldn’t notice the blush that swept across his cheeks. How embarrassing this was! Indecent, unnerving, intimidating… Corn kept his arms firmly in control, instead of using them to flail like he so wished too. Like a bird trying to use its wings to blow an unwanted thing away; and without wings he’d simply look ridiculous. Letting his nails dig softly into his palm, he forced himself to look up. Hoping the blush had been wiped from his cheeks already. So the other boy’s name was Dustin. Despite his rather, bold statement, he seemed tense. Not liking to see others uncomfortable, he gave a small, hesitant smile. In hopes it would calm Dustin, even if he himself was a little more then nervous. Anxious eyes flicked from one of the figures to the other, so… quiet. That was until the tallest of the three started laughing.

Corn looked at Shepherd shocked for a few moments; astounded by the fit of loud laughter. And this staring continued for what seemed like forever to Corn. That was until he let out a soft laugh as well—to Corn, the other boy’s laugh was, infectious to say the least. With something so loud and seemingly genuine, how could it not? He watched the two behind his hair, it and his hand deciding to try and cover his laughter. Light brown eyes gazed at the two warmly. How sweet they were! Corn was almost completely sure he’d be very fond of them. He listened quietly to the other’s rambling, that was, until his mind had to do a rewind. Wait, her? Did he think that he was a girl? Corn blinked a few times. Sure that he had heard wrong and carefully repeating his words in his mind. Yes, he had most definitely heard her. He smirked softly, he had been mistaken for a girl and this pleased him. Corn had, for the most part, had been mistaken for a girl his entire life. He lacked any important muscle definition; and his hair had always been kept longer then most boys he knew. He had always been rather soft spoken and polite… yes not manly at all. No matter how much he did try. Not that any of that mattered at the moment, no. The real question was: is he going to let the other keep believe he’s a girl, or tell him out right. He chuckled softly, weighing the two options. It’d be amusing to see how long he though Corn a woman, but then again, when he found out…. It might give the wrong impression. That he was a jerk or something… He mentally pouted, still unsure of what to do. Maybe, he’d let this run out for a little while and when it was brought up again say he wasn’t.

The half Asian boy couldn’t help but smile at how adorable the other was, even his name was adorable. If Corn knew the other better he would have hugged him by now, declaring how cute he was. He gave a slight bow to the both of them—fully turning to Dustin and bowing and then doing the same to Sheppard, before taking his hand warmly and shaking it. “My name is Corn.” He smiled, “well… Cornflower, but no one calls me that.” He scratched his face a bit timidly. “It’s nice to meet you both.”

Giving a quick glace around the barn, he wondered how there could be so many people who owned horses. After all, this place couldn’t have that many rich people… could it? There couldn’t be such a massive amount of them in one place, there just couldn’t. Should he really be in here if he didn’t own one? Or maybe there was a chance that there were horses that anyone could ride? Just maybe…. Corn hoped the other two would know a thing or two about it. “So errr… are all of these horses owned?” He raised his hands a bit defensively in front of him. “ Well what I mean to say is that: are there any horses who can be ridden by anyone?” Corn hoped he wasn’t making a fool of himself.