//------------------------------// // Chapter three - Baby Steps // Story: Ladies and Horses // by Lolsternater //------------------------------// "Now let me get this straight, ya'll are called 'humans', we are now 'humans', an' you want us to go into your house because it's warmer," the only girl with a type of clothing, a hat, asked, "Right?" Taylor's grin hadn't faltered since the encounter, sitting on his unconscious brother to get comfortable. "Correct. Besides, ya can't go runnin' about butt naked. It's true we don't get many visitors, but if we did and they saw you messing then we could end up alone for awhile." The six shared uneasy glances, but a chilly morning breeze rose goosebumps that sent shivers down their spines. Being so vulnerable to the elements was unnatural for them; thus arose the question. Take on this odd unnatural place alone, or seek the help of this create who didn't have any doubts hurting his fellows? ^\/^\/^\/^ "Welcome to my home" Taylor announced as he entered, leading the six girls behind him with his brother slung over his shoulder. Despite the large double-story look on the outside, most of the space was used as storage or simply left empty. The rooms still in use were on the first floor and were the kitchen, one of the bathrooms, a living space on the deck rather than inside, and the boys two bedrooms. The rest was mostly forgotten. He lead them through the kitchen and back onto the deck, where a couple of old couches, pushed back against the wall to avoid rain, a few plastic chairs scattered around, and a plastic table, one leg replaced with an rusty metal pipe, sat in the middle; with bottles scattered everywhere. Past the railing and a few paddocks was the beach with large white rocks blocking the waves but caused for loud clashes of water against earth; and beyond that was the midnight sea, deep and clean, most likely teeming with life. "Sorry 'bout the mess. You guys get comfortable and I'll clean the crap up, then see what's left in the cupboards." Leaving the girls to work out how to sit, Taylor returned inside. After scooting into Tom's room to dump him, Taylor hit the pantries to see what remained. Unfortunately, Tom was mostly the cook of the house and prepared all the more complicated dishes, while Taylor would just cook up a steak, some baked beans, and about ten pieces of bacon. More unfortunately, they were out of steak and bacon. So baked beans on toast it was. "Gotta go by the store later." He mumbled to himself as he opened the cans and threw a pan onto the stove. "Now when's that sleepy bugger gonna get up?"