[ Well. True. He has an idle thought that while Berkut is getting used to it that he finds some joy in it. ]
I understand. [ I really want to find you a hobby. That's it! I'm bringing apples back! I'm putting all my effort into it! A fiery determination as he decides that if Berkut isn't in the mood for poetry, he might be in the mood for horseback-riding.
But he can only imagine how depressed Buceph must be! No apples that have any flavor? Heartbreaking for any horse! So, not only as a way to pave the way to friendship with Buceph, it is a way to reinvigorate the horse to have Berkut feel like going for rides! ]
[ Oblivious to the teacher's benevolent train of thought, Buceph trots in circles outside. Due to the vines, there hasn't been much room to move around. This horse is in dire need of a run to stretch out his legs, and Berkut is well aware; there's just not much he can do about it.
At any rate, Berkut rises from his seat to show Shen Qingqiu out. ]
Then our business is finished.
[ If he has any questions down the line, he's sure he can power through them. Worse comes to worst, he can grab Shen Qingqiu again. ]
[ He gives a small nod. Please don't read any backlogs. Please don't read any backlogs. I'm giving myself a flag here, but oh my god, please... please, don't.
The sweat is back running down the back of his neck as he follows Berkut out the door. Turning, he brings his hands together to offer a small bow. ]
Thank you for allowing me to help you. [ Maybe? Your feelings towards me are getting better? Maybe? I don't think hate can be erased so easily, but thanks for at least seeing me as useful. He offers a small smile as he exits and pauses to stare at Buceph. Pointing to his eyes, he points to the horse. I got you. I got your back.
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I understand. [ I really want to find you a hobby. That's it! I'm bringing apples back! I'm putting all my effort into it! A fiery determination as he decides that if Berkut isn't in the mood for poetry, he might be in the mood for horseback-riding.
But he can only imagine how depressed Buceph must be! No apples that have any flavor? Heartbreaking for any horse! So, not only as a way to pave the way to friendship with Buceph, it is a way to reinvigorate the horse to have Berkut feel like going for rides! ]
Well. That is all that I have to teach on it.
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At any rate, Berkut rises from his seat to show Shen Qingqiu out. ]
Then our business is finished.
[ If he has any questions down the line, he's sure he can power through them. Worse comes to worst, he can grab Shen Qingqiu again. ]
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The sweat is back running down the back of his neck as he follows Berkut out the door. Turning, he brings his hands together to offer a small bow. ]
Thank you for allowing me to help you. [ Maybe? Your feelings towards me are getting better? Maybe? I don't think hate can be erased so easily, but thanks for at least seeing me as useful. He offers a small smile as he exits and pauses to stare at Buceph. Pointing to his eyes, he points to the horse. I got you. I got your back.
Another small bow before he turns to leave. ]