[ Reno sat on a horse exactly twice, which is two times more than he needs to decide that he hates them. (Hate might be a strong word. Vehemently opposed?) Hell, he barely likes riding a chocobo, almost never does (why would he, when he can, you know, drive? Hop in a chopper?), but at least those big birds aren't. Horses.
Anyway, let's just say this is the first person he's run into who seems as weirded out by them as he is. Everyone else? Just seem totally fine with these things. ]
That's what I've been sayin'. [ He sidles up next to the woman. She's a new face, and a pretty one at that. Kinda interesting. New guys coming in again, huh? ] You can't trust anything with teeth that big.
equestrian.
Anyway, let's just say this is the first person he's run into who seems as weirded out by them as he is. Everyone else? Just seem totally fine with these things. ]
That's what I've been sayin'. [ He sidles up next to the woman. She's a new face, and a pretty one at that. Kinda interesting. New guys coming in again, huh? ] You can't trust anything with teeth that big.
[ This makes sense to him. ]