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Biscotti couldn’t help but wonder if he’d have the guts to mount a thing like that. Aside from the aforementioned fair Ponyta—all boredom and tired eyes—he’d never mounted up on anything. “Uh, I guess so..” Reminded of his earlier gaffe, the baker turned scarlet. “It’d be pretty easy to get nailed. Especially if it stopped too fast.” It’d probably feel like getting socked with a sledgehammer. “Kind of cool that job’s still around though.” Like horses and stuff felt so antiquated, but there was probably a family with ten kids out there naming them after different types of saddles.


The brunette nodded. He’d pay a surprisingly large amount of money to see Elise again. At the race track, not just in general or something. That’d be creepy. “I’ll swing by next week then.” Honey eyes drifted to Jangle. She nodded. The cat always loved a good match. “Could be cool to see that stuff in action.” Maybe he could make a few bucks off of playing the odds too. It wasn’t like Cannolli nickeled and dimed him to death.


Again, he made her frown. Why couldn’t he just keep his big mouth shut? Talk about the weather (or lack thereof). Maybe he could say she looked pretty without implying she was some porcelain collectible. “I, uh, I didn’t mean to assume—” He swallowed. “I mean, I did, but I didn’t mean anything by it.” His scarred hand rose to squeeze Jangle’s bicep. “Some of the toughest people I know are women.” A growl from the cat made him drop his grip, opting instead to shove it in a pocket. “You’d fit in anywhere.” Unlike him. He was too awkward for that.


His honey eyes watched the battle with an open mouth. The back-and-forth was a blistering firefight. A sword there. Someone tossed a rock. It ended in a familiar boost of red light. It took him a minute to realize Elise was talking to him. Though, if she’d ordered him to punch the Onix, he’d have totally complied.


“Oh, uh, it’s not old.” The blood was still dripping. “It just isn’t bothering me.” For some reason, he was loathe to admit why. Maybe he didn’t want to look like a weirdo. It sounded tougher if he wasn’t.


Her declaration made him blink. “That sounds like a lot of work.” Jangle huffed at his wound once more before pulling back. The smell of burning flesh emerged. His vessels were cauterized. “Don’t people take advantage of that?” How’d she know who was Galarian anyway? Did she have radar?


Waiting for her to lead the way, he would follow Elise toward the exit.

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