Arya grimaced, and picked the horse’s hoof off of her shoulder with her finger and her thumb, like she were handling a particularly nasty looking banana peel.
She glanced over at Kazard, who as usual sat stiffly in his work station chair, trying to keep himself composed.
Upon seeing her in the room as well he had blushed profusely, doing little to steady his voice as he replied,”L-look Aaron I don’t come over to your corner and bother you about your own work quirks so stop getting off at mine! And… Hi Arya…”