he really is all black, just dirty
He likes pretending he hates me, always making faces and being constantly grumpy. But I know the truth Westley, I know you secretly love me. Especially when I make you do things like move at normal speeds, and have nice manners.
We get along great because he is as awkward as I am. He kind of looks like a thestral, poorly proportioned, abnormally high withers, scrawny neck. He accidentally hurts himself in his stall, and when I ask him to move over, he picks up his leg instead.
We're learning.
I found this image here, and it pretty much sums up our relationship.
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