Finley had expected some curt reply. Or for the stranger to tell him to f off for his uncalled-for behavior. That would have certainly been his answer, if someone had come up growling at him for no apparent reason. For as little as he liked his mother (which wasn’t at all) he had certainly taken after her temperament. At least he had not been filled with the same sort of chaos that drove her own. Still, he hadn’t expected Louis to keep talking.
The chocolate stallion didn’t know what part of him looked friendly enough to encourage the continued conversation. Maybe he wasn’t trying hard enough at being menacing? As Louis’ ears peeked up from his thick hair, Finley nearly scoffed out a laugh. A stallion’s ears weren’t supposed to be cute. It helped to lighten up his sour mood, though he would never admit that. “If I don’t want anyone looking for me, why would I want to be looking for someone?” he retorted, as if it was obvious enough he shouldn’t have to be saying it.
“My name is Finley.” the young stallion managed to grumble out afterwards. Though as much as he might display that he was hating this entire encounter, and at the start he was, Finley made no move to leave. When was the last time he had even spoken to someone? Maybe it would be okay, for just a few more minutes, not to be completely alone.
stallion | mutt | 15.2hhs | Smokey Black | Angel x Xiomara
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