But now, as he sat on his stool fiddling with a particularly tricky circuit he saw out of the corner of his eye the same equine that he loathed interacting with so much sauntering over to his little corner.
Smirking, the horse leaned over his project and inspected it with a feigned, well-trained eye. He looked to Kazard, giving him his toothy grin as he spoke, ”Heya Kazzy! Looks like you got your work cut out for ya with this particular job! Need any help or tips from Mr. Aaron?”
Reflexively Kazard brought the circuit board down and over his padded crotch, shaking his head and not looking up at the horse, replying curtly, “No thanks, I think I’ve got this one under control.”
