[Kieran grins and runs over to one of the tables covered in horse supplies. He pulls out a handleless brush, plain, but sturdily built and holding together a decent clump of thick bristles. He returns just as quickly as he darted off, happily holding the brush out to Ben. There's a strap along the back to slide his hand underneath.]
[He keeps quiet otherwise, listening to his friend vent his feelings about the constant filming. It's hard to relate to that exact circumstance, the technology just isn't there yet (although he's seen Arthur running around camp plenty of times with that dang camera in his hands, catching gang members at inopportune moments left and right). He can, however, offer some objective insight on the matter.]
Sounds like yer the one who has the best excuse not to be alright with everythin' that's happenin'.
[Kieran busies himself with starting to slide a handmade bridle over Eavan's long face. It's still in its early stages of being built, with shoddy decoration covering its otherwise solid build. May as well get her used to the feeling of her new tack while she's in a safe area amongst friends.]
It ain't the best place to be stuck, but at least this, uh, station, ain't entirely like where you grew up. It's somethin' different. Different problems, sure, but still different.
Havin' all those cameras pop up all of a sudden is just a reminder of the hell you left behind. You don't need that. None of us do.
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[Kieran grins and runs over to one of the tables covered in horse supplies. He pulls out a handleless brush, plain, but sturdily built and holding together a decent clump of thick bristles. He returns just as quickly as he darted off, happily holding the brush out to Ben. There's a strap along the back to slide his hand underneath.]
[He keeps quiet otherwise, listening to his friend vent his feelings about the constant filming. It's hard to relate to that exact circumstance, the technology just isn't there yet (although he's seen Arthur running around camp plenty of times with that dang camera in his hands, catching gang members at inopportune moments left and right). He can, however, offer some objective insight on the matter.]
Sounds like yer the one who has the best excuse not to be alright with everythin' that's happenin'.
[Kieran busies himself with starting to slide a handmade bridle over Eavan's long face. It's still in its early stages of being built, with shoddy decoration covering its otherwise solid build. May as well get her used to the feeling of her new tack while she's in a safe area amongst friends.]
It ain't the best place to be stuck, but at least this, uh, station, ain't entirely like where you grew up. It's somethin' different. Different problems, sure, but still different.
Havin' all those cameras pop up all of a sudden is just a reminder of the hell you left behind. You don't need that. None of us do.