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Featuring Thunderdrome. With his owner Jakob, ex owner and trainer Carson, and an Amery. Who is just an Amery. Also Oscar's foot.

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"I feel like I'm wearing a skirt." Jakob commented after a few moments of silence, and Amery chuckled.

"You are." He said unhelpfully, and Carson rolled his eyes.

"If you put it that way, so are you and Oscar." He pointed out, and Amery shrugged before jumping to hang over Thunder's back.

"I could pull off a dress any day." He said as he drummed on the horse's side.

Thunder watched his owner intensely, it was almost unnerving. Jakob felt it was probably because he was wearing his halter gear, and he was expecting to be told to do a trick sometime soon.

Still, being watched creepily is better than the horse trying to turn around and go with Carson instead, which was what he had been doing until recently. It took a long time for Thunder to adjust to his new owner, but thankfully now he had begun to appreciate and prefer Jakob's company more. Of course he knew that would be a bitter sweet feeling for Carson, but it had to happen some time.

Carson was supposed to be wearing historical gear like everyone else, but apparently his prosthetic had began hurting him, so he was spending the day without it. Jakob didn't know whether that was true, or a devious way to get out of doing any work.

Thunder suddenly flung his head up and nickered, probably at a passing horse, causing his laurel to fling off and clank onto the ground, rolling off into the crowd. "Great." Jakob sighed as he watched it, then looked at Carson expectantly.

"What, why do I have to get it?"

"You're closest."

"Amery has working limbs."

"Pfft, its not my fault you decided to turn yourself into a tripod today. You can still walk can't you?"

"Wow, rude. Fine, I'll get it and then go look around, i feel like an anachronism standing with you lot anyway." He said as he turned around.

"A what?"

"An anachronism." He said as he hobbled away, not bothering to elaborate as he left.

"What's that?" Amery asked with a frown.

"No idea."

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Description

no refs used

Featuring Thunderdrome. With his owner Jakob, ex owner and trainer Carson, and an Amery. Who is just an Amery. Also Oscar's foot.

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"I feel like I'm wearing a skirt." Jakob commented after a few moments of silence, and Amery chuckled.

"You are." He said unhelpfully, and Carson rolled his eyes.

"If you put it that way, so are you and Oscar." He pointed out, and Amery shrugged before jumping to hang over Thunder's back.

"I could pull off a dress any day." He said as he drummed on the horse's side.

Thunder watched his owner intensely, it was almost unnerving. Jakob felt it was probably because he was wearing his halter gear, and he was expecting to be told to do a trick sometime soon.

Still, being watched creepily is better than the horse trying to turn around and go with Carson instead, which was what he had been doing until recently. It took a long time for Thunder to adjust to his new owner, but thankfully now he had begun to appreciate and prefer Jakob's company more. Of course he knew that would be a bitter sweet feeling for Carson, but it had to happen some time.

Carson was supposed to be wearing historical gear like everyone else, but apparently his prosthetic had began hurting him, so he was spending the day without it. Jakob didn't know whether that was true, or a devious way to get out of doing any work.

Thunder suddenly flung his head up and nickered, probably at a passing horse, causing his laurel to fling off and clank onto the ground, rolling off into the crowd. "Great." Jakob sighed as he watched it, then looked at Carson expectantly.

"What, why do I have to get it?"

"You're closest."

"Amery has working limbs."

"Pfft, its not my fault you decided to turn yourself into a tripod today. You can still walk can't you?"

"Wow, rude. Fine, I'll get it and then go look around, i feel like an anachronism standing with you lot anyway." He said as he turned around.

"A what?"

"An anachronism." He said as he hobbled away, not bothering to elaborate as he left.

"What's that?" Amery asked with a frown.

"No idea."

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