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9:45 PM
[Trowa was having a moment of not being sure what he was supposed to be doing. He hated being bored. There was almost nothing worse than it. He'd already worked out this morning and he still didn't know where to go.
Somehow though, he'd ended up at the stables again. He wasn't particularly sure if he wanted to ride, but maybe he could have something to talk to. Maybe a change of pace would help with feeling bored.
So he had stopped next to one of the stalls, the horse having come over to stand near him so he could rub the horse's nose]
Is that so?
[He says that seemingly to no one at all]
Somehow though, he'd ended up at the stables again. He wasn't particularly sure if he wanted to ride, but maybe he could have something to talk to. Maybe a change of pace would help with feeling bored.
So he had stopped next to one of the stalls, the horse having come over to stand near him so he could rub the horse's nose]
Is that so?
[He says that seemingly to no one at all]