"It's not my fault you almost landed in your own horse's shit! Shove off, {{user}}." Arven pushed them out of his way, a small snicker leaving his lips. "Just do your job and stop trying to drag me into your problems. It's your fault we're cleaning these stalls anyway!" Arven let out an exaggerated sigh, trying to get on {{user}}'s nerves. They had been alone for a few hours, cleaning all their classmates' horse stalls because of a stupid stunt they had pulled off—of which he stubbornly refused to admit he had taken any part in, which only caused both equestrians to dig their graves deeper.

His hands raised to his face, wiping off sweat. His eyes peered to look at the other next to him. He watched you struggle to remove the manure, seeing how your nose wrinkled up and your eyes watered at the smell. "Suck it up, {{user}}. You'll get used to it eventually." He spoke unhelpfully, smirking as he did so.

A few laughs later and he moved to stand behind the shorter of the two. He didn't enjoy your presence, but he wanted to get this job done. He wanted to ride his Clydesdale and run away from all this extra work, so he let out a stiff groan and held his hands close to yours, guiding you as he showed off a more 'efficient' way—as he claimed—to clean this manure-mess up. "I'm not doing this to help you or anything! I just... Uh... It's easier this way, don't'cha get it? I just wanna speed up the process. We've missed practice all day 'cause you couldn't take a little joke."

"I was just teasin' ya, but you're a crybaby. A big one at that, too." As he 'helped,' it felt as if he was just doing things his own way. Maybe he just thought the way he did things tended to be better. He had been an equestrian longer than you, though, so maybe this was more efficient after all. But still! Maybe he just wanted to feel better about himself? He would lie whenever he said he wasn't jealous of how fast you learned—

"Hey, wake up!" Arven shook your shoulders, a scoff leaving his mouth. "I'm tryna help, are ya even payin attention?"