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Is that giggle at him, or just near him? The gelding isn't quite sure, and he tips his head quizzically. The little pink fellow manages to gather his legs and rise to his feet, and Badger idly notes that the other is actually smaller than him - a rarity, as the black is quite firmly in the 'short and portly' category. The pink compliments his name, and the gelding ruffles up slightly, pleased. "Thanks," he says, listening as the stallion gives his name, too. Johnny - it's an almost human name, and Badger gives a great, nostalgic sigh. Johnny speaks again, and the gelding frowns. Sugar...peppermint... Dammit, he's drooling again. But, of all the hundreds of things that pop into his head, only one manages to fight its way to the surface and bubble out of his mouth. "Made of sugar? Won't you dissolve if you accidentally pee on yourself?" Because yes, Badger, that is the most pertinent question right now. But it is possible - you can't account for the occasional errant pee-drip, no matter how careful you are. Imagine accidentally dissolving your own leg! Come to think of it, how come the snow isn't melting him, as well? The only possible explanation is magic...but surely even magic has its limits. There's more questions, too. "But...how? Sugar isn't...alive. Don't bits of you break off every time you move? What if someone took a big bite out of you? Would it grow back?" Can I try? His stomach gives a loud, obnoxious rumble, and he turns around to bite at his own flanks irritably. He's hungry, and there's a big talking lump of sugar with his name on it. What's a boy to do? |
