[@ him, PETA, see if he cares. But away they go! Straight down this street with houses lining both sides, and these houses aren't empty; the doors and windows are all shut tight, which sends Lalli zipping past them without a second thought. A horse is bad enough, but the thought of dealing with other people is so... gross...
...And yet he's forced to consider it as Emil grabs his arm? Casting a quick glance over his shoulder reveals the horse picking its way after them, tossing its head in what might just be an offended manner, and that's—well! Allowing that horse to continue munching on Emil's hair is out of the question, and so give him a second, please. Suffer this quiet mrh as he racks his brain, attempting to place them on the mental map he's been working on since they started exploring this place.]
This way, [he snaps, giving Emil's arm a sharp tug as he steers them to the left? Between two houses, heading for their fenced-in backyards.] Hurry.
[Because ducking out of sight seems to spur the horse to pick up its pace; like, there's suddenly the distinct clack-clack-clack of hooves beating against pavement, and Lalli yanks his arm free before neatly, efficiently, scrambling up and over the low picket fence. Easy, right. Surely that horse is good motivation.]
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...And yet he's forced to consider it as Emil grabs his arm? Casting a quick glance over his shoulder reveals the horse picking its way after them, tossing its head in what might just be an offended manner, and that's—well! Allowing that horse to continue munching on Emil's hair is out of the question, and so give him a second, please. Suffer this quiet mrh as he racks his brain, attempting to place them on the mental map he's been working on since they started exploring this place.]
This way, [he snaps, giving Emil's arm a sharp tug as he steers them to the left? Between two houses, heading for their fenced-in backyards.] Hurry.
[Because ducking out of sight seems to spur the horse to pick up its pace; like, there's suddenly the distinct clack-clack-clack of hooves beating against pavement, and Lalli yanks his arm free before neatly, efficiently, scrambling up and over the low picket fence. Easy, right. Surely that horse is good motivation.]