Kenny's face screwed up in dislike at the sound of his job. Herding bulls wasn't what he'd call glamorous, the only reason he even had it was because the last person was gored. They'd said at least this time, the handler wouldn't die because of it. That wasn't a comfort to the young man, not one bit. Zaniel had seemed uncharacteristically civil and Kenny looked knowingly between he and Persephone. [i]"Heyheey, alright man, I get it. Hands off the chica."[/i] Kenny silently promised, before speaking aloud. "That's great man. I always used to love working in a garden, count yourself lucky our jobs aren't reversed."

His eyes lit up at the sound of apples though. A good red Macintosh was his weakness! "Yea, I'd love some apples! I'm just gonna come around so you don't have to throw them at me." Kenny walked around the fencing to the entrance, coming abreast of the pair, but keeping a respectable distance from Persephone. No need to make some goodwill turn into anger from Zaniel. Kenny pulled a back pack off his shoulders, unzipping the front pouch. "Do you happen to have any oranges too? I've been dying for one!"

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Oscar sighed as he felt himself finally wobble, just slightly. He needed to rest and decided that maybe some actual physical training might be a good idea. Eyes still closed, he began walking along the surface. Slowly such fine control grew too hard and he instead floated himself above the water’s edge, finally alighting upon the grassy surface. He hadn’t noticed the dog or the man, whose hands showed quite a bit of abuse. A physical type, Oscar guessed. He dropped to the grass more heavily than anticipated, his knees slightly buckling. He fished out a bag of trail mix from one of his pockets, replacing some of the many calories he’d just burned through.  The sun had fallen much lower than he’d anticipated while he’d been locked in his training. Oscar never made such oversights, it seemed today was an off one.

Taking a deep breath, he finally brought his mind around to the situation at hand. Not often did dogs stay close to him, so Oscar found this one’s bold personality refreshing. He crouched down in front of Luka, holding out a hand so that he could comfortably get acquainted. Oscar looked up to the man, allowing his mind to touch the dog’s and his master’s.  He offered a small smile to put the guy at ease. “Hello, I’m Oscar. You are?” He already knew Azai’s name from the brief mental contact, but thought it polite and comforting to not come out with such information every time.