A Proper Cool Of /Erec/

[houndish]

Cash grinned to himself. It had been a successful ride, miss Tat had done well. She deserved a good hose off, and she needed a bath. There was huge chunks of dried mud in her mane, something that Cash had been neglecting for a while. It was an off time, a slot he had between classes, so the wash stalls were all empty. He would be greedy and take the one with the good temperature and water pressure, the one with a little bit more room than the others. Finding a vacant outlet, he took his crummy barn speakers and turned them up to a suitable volume. It was Blake Shelton that blasted, Kiss My Country Ass. Ah, the good life.

The boy set to work, lathering up the buckskin mare with a bar of soap. It was something that he loved doing, truly. Bathing his horse and mucking stalls, along with riding and grooming were where the young boy found himself at peace. Still, with country pride songs blasting in the background, it was hard to really be anything but completely at peace with the world. Well, for Cash to be at peace with his world.

The mare had always loved the water. She flicked her boy with the shining ebony tail, soaked with water. It stung, but Cash chuckled. "There's my girl. I'll let that one go, of course." His thumb covered most of the hose, allowing a pressurized stream hit her lower leg and hooves, trying to blast away some of the dirt that had taken up residence for so long. He didn't really have a care in the world for the moment, except that of a clean horse.

Clothes Hurr

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Erec peeked over the stall door of Préoccupé, his blue oracles locking eyes with the black mare. She snorted, picking her way toward him. She snorted, shaking out her lengthy banner. She was stinking. He had just brought her in from a ride over the cross country course, slamming through the rivers and muddy patches. Her pillars were coated thick with dirt, skimming her under belly and up, around her barrel. Clumps clung to the bottom of her whipcord, even dusting her black mane. Her blazed cranium was spotted with the dirt too. It had been a great ride though, both of them sweating profusely. Erec decided it was shower time, for her and then himself. "L'heure du bain!" he announced, causing her audits to perk comically. He picked up her white head collar, placing it onto her cranium before leading her out of the stall toward the showers. She walked lazily beside him as they moved, her muzzle nearly dragging against the ground. He chuckled, patting her mud splattered neck as the went.

Eventually they made it to the showers, finding it already occupied. He recognized the boy, and offered a friendly smile in the males direction. "Bonjour Cash." he greeted enthusiastically. Erec was a friendly soul, seeing no bad in anyone. Cash seemed sweet, and he classed him as an acquaintance. Erec had also picked up on a little English while he had been at the academy. "How.. how are you?

[/b]" he asked hesitantly. Préoccupé snorted her greeting at Cashes mare, but offered no more. She wasn't really a sociable horse, preferring her own company and Erec's at most. She barely even tolerated Erec's stallion. Erec busied himself with tying up his mare. She glanced around, and then dropped her head in a bored fashion.

Erec gathered up the hose in the shower stall, turning it on low. He also gathered up the sponge and shampoo he had remembered to bring with him on his way to the shower. The mare enjoyed the scratch of the sponge along her bodice. She gave a blissful sigh, and he carried on with his work. The hose aimed at her mud caked pillars, erasing the dirt and showing the pitch black coat which was ringed by four white socks. The mare whinnied in approval, the cool liquid soothing to her warm body. Erec glanced over his shoulder to look at Cash, a smile framing his cute face. He liked Cash, found the boy interesting and liked his friendly approach to Erec when they had first met.[/blockquote]

outfit, Coming soon!!
translations, 1. Bath time!
tagged, Hound
word count, four hundred and twenty seven
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
notes, “ will get better! I promise! ”

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[houndish]

Cash grinned when he heard the foot steps of another. It was nice to finally have some company. Even with his antisocial tendancies, he always wanted someone to just… stand with. Someone to let him know that he hadn’t faded into oblivion. Faded into nothing. Just stopped existing, you know?

His thumb plugged up the mouth of the hose, allowing the water pressure to soar and blast some of the dirt from the area around the shining golden mare’s hooves. Finally, he realized that it was indeed Erec. Cash hadn’t really gotten to know anyone, but there was something cool about the blonde boy. Something… comfortable. The Texas boy was a bit of an outsider, and maybe there was something of an outsider about the friendly boy that couldn’t really seem to speak much English. Or any English.

There was a major difference though. Erec was friendly and genial and comfortable in his own skin, as far as Cash could see. The western gentleman was insecure, quiet, didn’t have any idea who he was or where he was going. He was uncomfortable in a croud, got lost in the shuffle… he just didn’t know.

“Bon, remerciements. Vous faites le bon apprentissage“ Cash’s French was broken, picked up from several years of riding at Calgary Stampede. He just hoped he hadn’t butchered it too much.

**Rough translation- good, gratitude. You make good study**