#[[ also is still laughing abt binoculars. . .johnny where is u ??]]

[vialaviolenza]

Lips pull into a subtle frown, his head nodding in understanding, ❝ Don't sweat it. I appreciate you being kind and stopping. ❞ The innuendos are dropped out of interest in getting to town, after all, a nice bath and drink awaited him. Gyro clears his throat as he finally climbs to mount his horse and once settled his heels tap against Valkyrie to encourage her to trot up to the stranger. Reins are pulled to get her to stop a few feet away. The girl didn't look TOO dangerous, but he could attribute those thoughts to a lot of the racers, one could never be too sure.

❝ Follow you ? ❞ For a moment it seems like he's gonna dismiss the idea until he allows an airy chuckle to softly roll from his mouth, ❝ I think that's the best damn idea I've heard all day. And it's sure as hell is better than traveling in the wrong direction! Nyoo~ ❞ Lips curl and show off golden teeth with letters etched out that spell his name. Following seemed better than a rough map he figures, and hell. . .the sooner they got there the more likely he'd be able to meet up with Johnny (wherever the hell he went). ❝ About how many miles would you say?❞ Before she has a chance to speak up he rambles slightly as Valkyrie paws her hooves at the dirt. ❝ Damn. . .The only thing I can think about is a bath. . .but then there's food⸻hell. . .MAYBE I'll buy ya dinner for being so nice. Whadda ya think? A nice juicy steak is sure to put anyone in a good mood. ❞

Manon is going to pretend not to pick up on any innuendo and hope that he doesn’t make her regret looking out for another racer. She is, indeed, the sort of person who would buy an extra map ‘just in case’—

“I’m awfully sorry, but I only have the one.”

—if she hadn’t decided that replacing her broken comb was a better purchase the last time she went shopping. She could have gotten them both, but Manon gave herself a budget, and she’ll be damned if she blows through her unexpected winnings before this thing is even through. Still, she can’t help feeling abashed that she has nothing to offer because she wanted a new comb (which is ridiculous, of course, but that doesn’t stop her from wondering if any of the pieces of her old comb weren’t big enough to use.)

“But we’re not far from the next town. You could follow me—o-or I could draw a rough map?”