[AW] ONLY MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN

[El Toro]

WE ALL, WE ALL GET STUPID IN THE HEAT

"Only if you wander without direction." Yeah, that was helpful. The inkling of respect he had for her was watered down with that statement, but it was enough to keep his mouth closed in the wake of a misunderstood comment. He didn't think that much on the regular, he wasn't about to now.

"It's always hot here." His face burned from the inside out. "If you don't know that, you must be new." His lip twitched. I don't need this shit right now. Toro's opal gaze narrowed as she opened her mouth again, he anticipated telling her to shut it in a very unpleasant way.

He didn't have to.

"I am Seraphina. Who are you, stranger?" Her name seemed familiar, but vaguely, and he didn't dwell on it. He resented the authority in her voice; he didn't know why it ought to be there, so it irritated him. He didn't want to be treated like an outsider, or a child, or an idiot. So far, she'd checked off all three. Toro paused a moment to tame his tongue, at least somewhat, checking his tone just enough. "El Toro. Toro is fine." He sighed and looked off at the dunes briefly - he was doing that a lot lately. Something about the shifting sands on the wind brought him a little peace. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity - nothing here to remind him of there. The pale stallion looked back to her, gaze cooling slightly. "You're from here? Uhm...Sol-terra, yeah?" The name came off his tongue awkwardly, but, to be honest, a striking majority of his social interactions were negative and, despite his nature, he spent a lot of time avoiding anyone he thought was likely to make fun of him (which was almost everyone). Toro didn't know much of anything about this place. He supposed that marching into the desert was one of the worst things to do when you didn't know the sand from the soil.

@Seraphina  
beats

"What I say,"

What I think,

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