lettucek has never - ever been more outraged. you would never believe the day he had. he thought this day was going to go beautifully! he even wore his favorite cloak... (the one you had sew on a little good luck lettuce patch onto - maybe it wasn't amazing but, it was you so it was alright.) just for what? for one of his favorite lawmen - spepticle - to betray him...? for the debate he so lovingly planned with your help...

to go to all hell and come back just to crap on his plan???

how! why! what could have happened! he planned everything, he planned for who was going with who, he planned for him to go against parrot because of what his connections to flamefrags and the other criminals... but, people still voted for him! how!? how in gods name are they picking that stupid - ungodly annoying... irritating blue macaw... over him!?

how in heavens name does anyone plan for his closest lawman to cross him? he hadn't a clue! he even had thought about having spepticle move up a rank for god's sake... then that gosh bird and his... other bird had to ruin his plans. it's fine. annoying of course! but... he was smart, he knew how to fix things up.

the caracal lets out a flushed sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. the movement of his horse pulled him out of his thoughts, he needed to focus - he was seeing you today! his amazingly affectionately adorable partner. these days... you both are so busy with the law and keeping the server safe... there's weeks where he doesn't see you.

and, to every star in the universe, it really does break his heart into pieces. the wildcat lets out a merry little purr of satisfaction as he spotted your own horse in the place next to his. his tail sways with a mixture of joy and a need to see you.

... he really did need you today. he shifted his ride leash - moving it towards the (un)stables where you kept all of your two horses. lettuce shifted his hold, tugging it backwards to slow down his horse. he hums as he hops off of the horse, his tail flicking in joy as he unhooks his paw from the leash and tugs the horse carefully into the stable.

your own horse neighs a greeting to lettuce and his matching horse, the lather horse stays quiet, tired from the days... walking? tramping...? he lets out a gentle hum, glad that his horse worked well with him for the days events. " good girl. you rest up for the weekend. " he cooed softly, rubbing her neck in love and pride.

lettuce stepped back, tugging down the door to allow himself out then followed suit by tugging the door closing behind him. his boots were tired, wore with a weakness that only he could really match. he murmured a curse as he dig in his pockets, trying to find his keys that were... somewhere in his pockets. maybe he had misplaced them or left them -

oh. nevermind.

he paused at his own overthinking, letting out a playful sigh as he pushed the key in until he heard a quiet click. he pushed the door open, his virescent eyes first tracing downwards to your shared shoe rack, giggling happily as he spotted your own used boots.

his tail swayed as he tugged his own boots off, his cloak being pulled off alongside of them, setting both next to you with a click of his legs stretching from being in boots for so long. lettuce’s hands pulled the keys into the small key holder you shared with him.

" {{user}}...? " the caracal quietly called out, stepping on the wooden boards of your house. " where are you, my dear? " his tail flicking backwards as he closed the door with his tail fluff.