8th Struggle

[guts_noglory]

[Bright and early in the morning, Guts is heading out of town. His room back at the apartment building is empty; everything he has is going with him, not that that's much to begin with.

He makes a brief stop in at the stables to give 'his' horse a scratch before continuing on his way.]

[ooc: fff okay since I'm going on hiatus, Guts will be off

Comments

[onwingsofhope]

I can't believe we dug holes near the stables again.

I was setting traps for the bad guy! And it was 3 o'clock in the morning so nobody would ride a horse into the pit unless they were up to no good.

Here comes someone now. If their horse breaks its legs, we're gonna be in a lot of trouble.

It might be the murderer! Shhhhhh! . . . . . . . . . . . . Huh? Mr. Guts?

[guts_noglory]

...what are you two up to over there?

[onwingsofhope]

We're catching murderers with pitfalls! You should probably keep to the left.

[guts_noglory]

Ah. I see.

[Guts dutifully sidesteps.]

Thanks for the tip. Be careful, okay?