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[lastgunslinger]

It's been a quiet couple of days.

Roland is hanging over the paddock fence. There are a couple of apples in a bag at his feet.

One is sliced, and he's feeding it to Kiseki. Joe's horse -- or so he thinks of the gelding.

The other hand is busy running over the St. Christopher's medal at his neck.

The bounty hunter always understood, even if he didn't approve.

Sometimes Roland hates himself.

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[river_meimei]

"They're logical. That's what Cort thinks."

She doesn't say whether it's what she thinks.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland snorts again. "He would, aye."

And he falls silent.

[river_meimei]

Silence, for a few minutes.

And then River jumps and giggles, as Boukephalos noses curiously at her bare toes. His breath tickles.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland opens an eye.

"Could put shoes on, you know." Amiably. Lazily.

[river_meimei]

River makes a face.

Except she's still giggling, too, pulling her feet away from Boukephalos, who goes for her knees instead.

It's quite possible that Boukephalos knows exactly what he's doing.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland grins.

"No making faces."

[river_meimei]

River scrambles to a sitting position, tucking her legs protectively under her skirt.

She sticks her tongue out at Roland.

[lastgunslinger]

"That's not very nice." Still grinning.

[river_meimei]

"Polite greeting in some cultures," she points out.

Well, it is.

Boukephalos nudges her shoulder, and she twists, sticking her tongue out at him too briefly before petting his nose.

[lastgunslinger]

"Not mine, and not yours." Serenely.

[river_meimei]

"I'm broadening your horizons."

[lastgunslinger]

Beat.

"That you are."

He closes his eyes again.

The sun feels good.

[river_meimei]

River looks satisfied.

And pets Boukephalos.