[Shit, Shit, fuck, he was so good at pissing this guy off. What he wouldn’t give to try this conversation a couple more times.]
[He didn’t want to lose his chance with this horse! He’d already named it! And his feet fucking hurt!]
Perhaps we can come to a gentlemanly agreement. Perhaps I ought to start with a genuine apology. I’m sorry, Arthur. That was inappropriate of me. It’s clearly a sensitive topic. Perhaps there’s something I can do for you to make it up to you? I’ve only got 25 points to my name until a bit later.
Oh, I'm a gentleman now? Here I thought I was just some horse catcher for the fancy doctor that ain't got no problem telling anyone and everyone my business to! But sure, that apology is a start, maybe.
[He looks Daniil over, then looks to Arion, petting along the bridge of his nose with a gentle hand.]
I dunno boy, whatchu think about this little twig of a man, huh? Think he's worth your time? Think that apology was good enough?
[He leans in, conspiratorial:] He wants me to lop off your balls, might wanna think on that.
[Daniil is trying so hard to stay cool. His polite exterior can only handle so much of his interior emotional state. He’s terrified of saying the wrong thing.]
[Daniil grits his teeth and clenches his fist. He chides himself. What was he going to do, punch him? His heart pounds in his chest. Was he really going to stand there and let himself get robbed? He already paid a deposit. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.]
[Finally Arthur looks at Daniil, and a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth.]
I'm just joking with you. I'm fine with the prior agreement. But watch yourself, I ain't always gonna be so forgiving after a little bit of well deserved needling.
[Daniil lets out a breath he doesn’t realize he’d been holding.]
[It would be a lesson learned if he could stop making the same mistakes absolutely all the damn time. So he was just trying to stress him out?
Did that throwaway line about the TB on the network piss him off so bad?]
[Daniil is still failing to say anything. He notes that he’s getting a little lightheaded. He absolutely could not tip his hand about how upset he was right now.]
[He reaches out for Arthur to hand the lead to his horse with a slightly uncontained crazed look on his face.]
[Arthur's not as much of a fool as he plays himself off as being, and he can tell that Daniil is off from all this. He really was a sensitive sort, huh?
He'd make a terrible general.
Arthur follows his silent request and puts the lead in his hand, a flash of concern in his eyes, but mostly because horses themselves are particularly sensitive to the moods of people, and... Daniil's mood is wretched right now.]
[Daniil places a hand on his new horse’s muzzle. Arion is clearly picking up what Daniil has going down. He anxiously stills as Daniil lets out a long breath as he feeds him another muffin. He heaves a sigh, stroking down his horse’s face to his cheek.]
[And then Daniil seems mostly fine again. He pulls Arion away a few feet and mounts with relative ease.]
[He's not so sure this is a smart idea, given Daniil's emotional state, the unfamiliarity with Arion, and Arthur has no idea Daniil's skill as a rider but... well, there's no better way to measure the results of all three at once, he supposes.
He did mount a saddleless horse easily enough, which is a good sign. Likewise, Arthur climbs onto Nickel's back, and directs the horse to stand besides their competition.]
A lap around the hospital, or you looking for a longer track?
[It is a very large building, as it was. There’s a light density forest behind, and trails anyway. Daniil has good control of the horse, though really, some training would be much wiser than pushing the limits of their muffin-made connection so early. But Daniil’s pride had been severely wounded, again and again. He had to show him that he wasn’t just pathetic.]
Three, two, one, go!
[Daniil presses his heels and braces himself for this thing to go off like a shot.]
[Knowing how to control a horse and handling one that is still being tamed are also different things. After all, properly breaking a horse is a process of weeks, not days, and so as of right now Daniil is likely more shielded by the horse's good nature than merely the skill he has.
Arthur, however, has no such concerns for he has been with Nickel for months now. Working with the horse every day, and there's an ease and confidence in knowing the limits and personality of the animal that weighs hundreds of pounds beneath you. With Daniil's signal, Arthur gives Nickel a sudden, but light, contact with his spurs to drive him forward with an impressive burst of speed.
Arthur leans into the movement of his horse, something a bit more difficult with a lack of a saddle proper, but it's not something he hasn't done before. There comes the trees as they make their way around the hospital, but Arthur weaves around them easily enough following the trail. Curiosity gets the better of him, however, and he casts a glance Daniil's way to see how he's fairing.]
[Daniil is off to a great start, actually. The knot of anxiety in his belly that wondered if his ubringing would ultimately fail him sighs and relaxes. His seating is excellent. He is one with the horse.]
Don’t call me doc.
[He gives Arthur a smirk as he leans forward, his movements with the horse natural. He pulls ahead of Arthur as they enter the tree line.]
[Daniil ducks under branches and guides his horse well through the path. They jump and hook left to start the loop.]
[Theyre out of sight one moment, and then a squawk and a whinny as the full picture comes into view. Arion’s backside hurrying out down the path- riderless.]
[Daniil. Suspended from a branch he successfully ducked, but grabbed his proffered cravat in turn. Daniil’s hands at his throat, legs kicking, trying to avoid being hung by a sturdy branch.]
[Well, he should have seen that coming, and so should have Daniil.
As he sees Arion gallop ahead without a rider, he quickly turns back to find Daniil—]
Oh, you damn fool, you can't go weaving through branches like that. Now you just look like some forgotten laundry.
[Joking aside, he does quickly approach, and just as quickly he pulls out his gun to shoot the branch that's presently hanging Daniil. Look, he could try to grab him and pull him free, prolonging his strangulation, or he can do this. It's not that far of a fall, anyway!
He'll guide Nickel over to Daniil, looking down at him with a flat expression of sympathy while offering a hand to help him up on Nickel.]
[That gunshot startles him something awful. His body goes stock straight and he panics, thinking he’s the one who has been shot instead for a moment.]
[He drops, branch still stuck through he cravat, and buckles immediately, having landed unevenly on his feet with a shout of pain. He lands on his side, hastily trying to undo his pin and cravat to fully free himself.]
[and then Daniil realizes he can just pull the branch down to get it out and does so before standing tenderly. He takes Arthur’s hand and manages to get onto Nickel with a hiss of pain. Daniil grimaces.]
We’ve really got to stop doing this. [Daniil mutters as he places his hands around Arthur, again.]
[That ankle is gonna need some tending to, but that won't be Arthur's job. No, he's more about the horses and playing hero, he guesses. It's with a startling ease that he holds himself on the back of Nickel and can pull Daniil up, even with his illness there's a strength to him that doesn't waver quite as much as one might expect.]
Well, you gotta stop getting yourself into messes. Least this time I ain't shooting you.
[And Daniil is decidedly more covered by clothes than blood...
With his hands on Arthur, an odd feeling in itself, he directs Nickel quickly forward to follow Arion's trail.]
So what were you thinking pulling a stunt like that? You do know speed ain't everything in a race.
And you won’t be shooting me again, I hope. I’m a good shot, too, you know.
[If only I had my gun.]
I don’t know, I’m used to winning, I suppose. I wanted to show you I had more to me than just being a doctor. [Even if he spends a lot of time insisting he’s just a doctor. Or he’s not a doctor, he’s a researcher. ]
And race tracks don’t ordinarily have so many trees. That’s a big horse you brought me. Not that I’m complaining, of course. I just thought I’d have a little more room overhead when I decided to do that.
[He gives Arthur a squeeze around the middle unconsciously, as he replays the events from a minute ago. That could have been really bad.]
[Something about these bookish types, really. Arthur just shakes his head. He'll ignore that squeeze at least. For now.]
Sounds to me you're used to the deck being stacked in your favor. That ain't the case here if you ain't noticed. Your whiny excuses—'cos that's what they are— ain't really proving to me that there's more to you than being some book-learned fool who ain't understanding his situation.
[He catches sight of Arion not too far ahead, and keeps on the trail towards him.]
You got arrogant, you made a mistake, happens to the best of us.
Speaking from clear experience, then. I suppose I should listen to a middle aged man.
[Daniil tries to ignore the trobbing in his ankle. That was going to be annoying, for sure. Even if having the horse caused it, he was very grateful he wouldn’t have to walk on his own out in the world now.]
I win on my own merits, too, you know. Everyone is usually against me, but I find my way in the end. Well. Our race is certainly over, I’ll have to win Arion’s trust. I hope he hasn’t gotten injured.
[And... who knows if he ever will be. As they get closer to Arion, however, Arthur clicks his tongue at the horse to get its attention, following up with a sharp whistle. This seems to keep Arion's focus on them, and stops him from trying to trot off immediately.]
Look at that, he ain't quite as spooked as you. Maybe it won't be so bad to win his trust back with your own so-called merits.
[Daniil slides off of Nickel, landing on his other ankle gingerly.]
I didn’t scare you too bad, did I boy? You didn’t even check to see if you sent me to the gallows of my own foolishness, did you? Let’s not hang me again, alright? And we should get you a saddle…
[Daniil gets back on Arion, petting him and whispering adoration. He turns Arion towards Arthur.]
[Arthur silently watches the interaction and unsurprisingly it improves his opinion of Daniil for it. Someone who can be openly warm with an animal, let alone after it left him to hang from a noose of his own foolishness, speaks well of his nature.
He's lost in observing them, until Danill's direct question pulls him from his thoughts.]
Don’t be so sure. Robert sounds keen to hand off all of his patients once I’m trained in 21st century medicine. He’s retiring himself. I can barely conceptualize of such a thing.
[He directs Arion to continue on, but now a mild trot to continue their loop around the hospital.]
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[He didn’t want to lose his chance with this horse! He’d already named it! And his feet fucking hurt!]
Perhaps we can come to a gentlemanly agreement. Perhaps I ought to start with a genuine apology. I’m sorry, Arthur. That was inappropriate of me. It’s clearly a sensitive topic. Perhaps there’s something I can do for you to make it up to you? I’ve only got 25 points to my name until a bit later.
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[He looks Daniil over, then looks to Arion, petting along the bridge of his nose with a gentle hand.]
I dunno boy, whatchu think about this little twig of a man, huh? Think he's worth your time? Think that apology was good enough?
[He leans in, conspiratorial:] He wants me to lop off your balls, might wanna think on that.
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We don’t need to make a eunuch of him just yet.
Listen. Please. What can I do to appease you?
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See how quickly he folds under just a little pressure? I don't know if he can handle you, even though you're such a good boy.
[He is pointedly ignoring Daniil now.]
Maybe once he finds his own balls, pickled in the hospital somewhere, he might be able to ride you.
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[And it’s working.]
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[After all, Arthur still has the leads to both the horses, and what's Daniil gonna do? Take it from him?]
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I'm just joking with you. I'm fine with the prior agreement. But watch yourself, I ain't always gonna be so forgiving after a little bit of well deserved needling.
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[It would be a lesson learned if he could stop making the same mistakes absolutely all the damn time. So he was just trying to stress him out?
Did that throwaway line about the TB on the network piss him off so bad?]
[Daniil is still failing to say anything. He notes that he’s getting a little lightheaded. He absolutely could not tip his hand about how upset he was right now.]
[He reaches out for Arthur to hand the lead to his horse with a slightly uncontained crazed look on his face.]
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He'd make a terrible general.
Arthur follows his silent request and puts the lead in his hand, a flash of concern in his eyes, but mostly because horses themselves are particularly sensitive to the moods of people, and... Daniil's mood is wretched right now.]
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[And then Daniil seems mostly fine again. He pulls Arion away a few feet and mounts with relative ease.]
I’ll show you a man. Let’s race.
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[He's not so sure this is a smart idea, given Daniil's emotional state, the unfamiliarity with Arion, and Arthur has no idea Daniil's skill as a rider but... well, there's no better way to measure the results of all three at once, he supposes.
He did mount a saddleless horse easily enough, which is a good sign. Likewise, Arthur climbs onto Nickel's back, and directs the horse to stand besides their competition.]
A lap around the hospital, or you looking for a longer track?
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[It is a very large building, as it was. There’s a light density forest behind, and trails anyway. Daniil has good control of the horse, though really, some training would be much wiser than pushing the limits of their muffin-made connection so early. But Daniil’s pride had been severely wounded, again and again. He had to show him that he wasn’t just pathetic.]
Three, two, one, go!
[Daniil presses his heels and braces himself for this thing to go off like a shot.]
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Arthur, however, has no such concerns for he has been with Nickel for months now. Working with the horse every day, and there's an ease and confidence in knowing the limits and personality of the animal that weighs hundreds of pounds beneath you. With Daniil's signal, Arthur gives Nickel a sudden, but light, contact with his spurs to drive him forward with an impressive burst of speed.
Arthur leans into the movement of his horse, something a bit more difficult with a lack of a saddle proper, but it's not something he hasn't done before. There comes the trees as they make their way around the hospital, but Arthur weaves around them easily enough following the trail. Curiosity gets the better of him, however, and he casts a glance Daniil's way to see how he's fairing.]
You hanging in there, Doc?
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Don’t call me doc.
[He gives Arthur a smirk as he leans forward, his movements with the horse natural. He pulls ahead of Arthur as they enter the tree line.]
[Daniil ducks under branches and guides his horse well through the path. They jump and hook left to start the loop.]
[Theyre out of sight one moment, and then a squawk and a whinny as the full picture comes into view. Arion’s backside hurrying out down the path- riderless.]
[Daniil. Suspended from a branch he successfully ducked, but grabbed his proffered cravat in turn. Daniil’s hands at his throat, legs kicking, trying to avoid being hung by a sturdy branch.]
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As he sees Arion gallop ahead without a rider, he quickly turns back to find Daniil—]
Oh, you damn fool, you can't go weaving through branches like that. Now you just look like some forgotten laundry.
[Joking aside, he does quickly approach, and just as quickly he pulls out his gun to shoot the branch that's presently hanging Daniil. Look, he could try to grab him and pull him free, prolonging his strangulation, or he can do this. It's not that far of a fall, anyway!
He'll guide Nickel over to Daniil, looking down at him with a flat expression of sympathy while offering a hand to help him up on Nickel.]
C'mon, let's get your horse.
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[That gunshot startles him something awful. His body goes stock straight and he panics, thinking he’s the one who has been shot instead for a moment.]
[He drops, branch still stuck through he cravat, and buckles immediately, having landed unevenly on his feet with a shout of pain. He lands on his side, hastily trying to undo his pin and cravat to fully free himself.]
[and then Daniil realizes he can just pull the branch down to get it out and does so before standing tenderly. He takes Arthur’s hand and manages to get onto Nickel with a hiss of pain. Daniil grimaces.]
We’ve really got to stop doing this. [Daniil mutters as he places his hands around Arthur, again.]
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Well, you gotta stop getting yourself into messes. Least this time I ain't shooting you.
[And Daniil is decidedly more covered by clothes than blood...
With his hands on Arthur, an odd feeling in itself, he directs Nickel quickly forward to follow Arion's trail.]
So what were you thinking pulling a stunt like that? You do know speed ain't everything in a race.
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[If only I had my gun.]
I don’t know, I’m used to winning, I suppose. I wanted to show you I had more to me than just being a doctor. [Even if he spends a lot of time insisting he’s just a doctor. Or he’s not a doctor, he’s a researcher. ]
And race tracks don’t ordinarily have so many trees. That’s a big horse you brought me. Not that I’m complaining, of course. I just thought I’d have a little more room overhead when I decided to do that.
[He gives Arthur a squeeze around the middle unconsciously, as he replays the events from a minute ago. That could have been really bad.]
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[Something about these bookish types, really. Arthur just shakes his head. He'll ignore that squeeze at least. For now.]
Sounds to me you're used to the deck being stacked in your favor. That ain't the case here if you ain't noticed. Your whiny excuses—'cos that's what they are— ain't really proving to me that there's more to you than being some book-learned fool who ain't understanding his situation.
[He catches sight of Arion not too far ahead, and keeps on the trail towards him.]
You got arrogant, you made a mistake, happens to the best of us.
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[Daniil tries to ignore the trobbing in his ankle. That was going to be annoying, for sure. Even if having the horse caused it, he was very grateful he wouldn’t have to walk on his own out in the world now.]
I win on my own merits, too, you know. Everyone is usually against me, but I find my way in the end. Well. Our race is certainly over, I’ll have to win Arion’s trust. I hope he hasn’t gotten injured.
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[And... who knows if he ever will be. As they get closer to Arion, however, Arthur clicks his tongue at the horse to get its attention, following up with a sharp whistle. This seems to keep Arion's focus on them, and stops him from trying to trot off immediately.]
Look at that, he ain't quite as spooked as you. Maybe it won't be so bad to win his trust back with your own so-called merits.
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[Daniil slides off of Nickel, landing on his other ankle gingerly.]
I didn’t scare you too bad, did I boy? You didn’t even check to see if you sent me to the gallows of my own foolishness, did you? Let’s not hang me again, alright? And we should get you a saddle…
[Daniil gets back on Arion, petting him and whispering adoration. He turns Arion towards Arthur.]
Oh? How old are you, then?
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He's lost in observing them, until Danill's direct question pulls him from his thoughts.]
Why? Ain't like you're my doctor.
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[He directs Arion to continue on, but now a mild trot to continue their loop around the hospital.]
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