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Obertaurer Conference Fun : D

Riley was about to go for a chill ride with Chef when they bumped into their sons so now their group had expanded. Riley was very not pleased that his son did not recognise the AUSTRIAN president when he stood right in front of him. How utterly embarrassing. But since Romeo declared himself capable enough to ride on a crazy Admiralskaya that only follows Russian commands (despite not having any memories of ever sitting on a horse's back ever) Riley took him up on that and told him to get the tack for him and Dáma from the trailer parking lot... which was on the other end of the facility.

Romeo let out an annoyed teenager-groan and caught up with Riley. There was no use in stalling. He did look at his dad with a glint of surprise next. Technically he wasn’t supposed to be near car keys. Well, he wouldn’t be able to use them anyway and so he went ahead to climb into the trailer. Surely this was some kind of test and he was pretty confident he’d be able to pass. He had learned to tack up horses. However, he did think it was unfair to just tell him to do this and that. He wasn’t a slave D: A bit baffled he inspected the tack that was in the trailer. Something was quite... odd. There was only one fitting saddle-bridle-pair. “Dad? Either you have questionable fashion sense or you didn’t pack a fitting bridle”, he said loud enough so Riley could hear it outside. Or did he hide it somewhere??
  But there was no response since by now Riley was basically on the other side of the map, grooming his mare in peace. From the corner of his eyes he spotted a vacuum cleaner. And paused for a brief moment. Not bad. He didn't expect Romeo to come back for a while anyway so he went ahead to go and clean Davaj, too. They weren't too dirty anyway since they had been 'deep-cleaned' only recently for the halter. Now it was time to wait for his son's return. Oh, he was already prepared for some angsty teen reactions whilst Davaj was already neighing all around, soooo many pretty mares!!
  After a few seconds of silence Romeo dared to peek out of the trailer just to find... no Riley. "Are you kiddi--" Nah, he already knew his dad surely wasn't kidding. Rude D: The guest stables were quite far ahead, too. Gosh damnit! Cursing under his breath he simply took every saddle and bridle he could find in that trailer and even was kind enough to lock the trailer and car again before he semi-hurried towards the guest stables. It was freaking summer, too! It was super hot outside and he was dragging around heavy tack. People kept looking at him as well but for a change he could utilise that death glare, so they quickly looked away again. Sweat drops ran down his back when he finally reached the guest stables and... followed the neighing. No, he wasn't happy at all. "Thanks for that, DAD", he snarled, clearly not amused at all.
  Riley only raised a brow. "You can thank me later", he simply stated. "I thought you're doing your dancing sport all the time anyway, carrying two saddles would barely be a bother." He took Davaj's saddle from him and elegantly swung it into place. "You brought an unnecessary bridle. Should I feel insulted you think I would match a light brown bridle with a dark saddle? You should start paying more attention to a horse's needs." Oh yes, he was absolutely getting him back for earlier. He took Dáma's saddle from him, too. "That's Buka's bridle. Zazu surely won't be pleased." And how he knew the respect he had of his tall friend. "Go ahead, show me how you tack up." Davaj looked at them expectantly.
  Dancing clearly wasn't the same as carrying around TWO saddles at the same time in the freaking summer sun?! Well, but Riley knew that anyway. And paying more attention to a horse's needs? How about Riley paying a little more attention to Romeo's needs?! How.About.That. Hmmno, he hid that thought behind a forced grin. "Honestly, I'm glad your sense of colour matching isn't as bad as I feared." The only good thing was that Romeo's thoughts were too occupied with being annoyed than dreading the riding-part that was still about to come. Slowly he approached the big horse and offered him his hand for a moment before petting the dark neck. "So, why did you ask about my Russian?", he asked and proceeded to check the saddle.

alternate, SUPREME version, edited by annaaM :

also, unimpressed Riley and look-at-meh-Romeo in a nutshell:
twitter.com/amazlngnature/stat…
___________________
©
artwork & Riley belong to me
Romeo belongs to chelissima
overpainted background photo provided by abosz007

Description
Obertaurer Conference Fun : D

Riley was about to go for a chill ride with Chef when they bumped into their sons so now their group had expanded. Riley was very not pleased that his son did not recognise the AUSTRIAN president when he stood right in front of him. How utterly embarrassing. But since Romeo declared himself capable enough to ride on a crazy Admiralskaya that only follows Russian commands (despite not having any memories of ever sitting on a horse's back ever) Riley took him up on that and told him to get the tack for him and Dáma from the trailer parking lot... which was on the other end of the facility.

Romeo let out an annoyed teenager-groan and caught up with Riley. There was no use in stalling. He did look at his dad with a glint of surprise next. Technically he wasn’t supposed to be near car keys. Well, he wouldn’t be able to use them anyway and so he went ahead to climb into the trailer. Surely this was some kind of test and he was pretty confident he’d be able to pass. He had learned to tack up horses. However, he did think it was unfair to just tell him to do this and that. He wasn’t a slave D: A bit baffled he inspected the tack that was in the trailer. Something was quite... odd. There was only one fitting saddle-bridle-pair. “Dad? Either you have questionable fashion sense or you didn’t pack a fitting bridle”, he said loud enough so Riley could hear it outside. Or did he hide it somewhere??
  But there was no response since by now Riley was basically on the other side of the map, grooming his mare in peace. From the corner of his eyes he spotted a vacuum cleaner. And paused for a brief moment. Not bad. He didn't expect Romeo to come back for a while anyway so he went ahead to go and clean Davaj, too. They weren't too dirty anyway since they had been 'deep-cleaned' only recently for the halter. Now it was time to wait for his son's return. Oh, he was already prepared for some angsty teen reactions whilst Davaj was already neighing all around, soooo many pretty mares!!
  After a few seconds of silence Romeo dared to peek out of the trailer just to find... no Riley. "Are you kiddi--" Nah, he already knew his dad surely wasn't kidding. Rude D: The guest stables were quite far ahead, too. Gosh damnit! Cursing under his breath he simply took every saddle and bridle he could find in that trailer and even was kind enough to lock the trailer and car again before he semi-hurried towards the guest stables. It was freaking summer, too! It was super hot outside and he was dragging around heavy tack. People kept looking at him as well but for a change he could utilise that death glare, so they quickly looked away again. Sweat drops ran down his back when he finally reached the guest stables and... followed the neighing. No, he wasn't happy at all. "Thanks for that, DAD", he snarled, clearly not amused at all.
  Riley only raised a brow. "You can thank me later", he simply stated. "I thought you're doing your dancing sport all the time anyway, carrying two saddles would barely be a bother." He took Davaj's saddle from him and elegantly swung it into place. "You brought an unnecessary bridle. Should I feel insulted you think I would match a light brown bridle with a dark saddle? You should start paying more attention to a horse's needs." Oh yes, he was absolutely getting him back for earlier. He took Dáma's saddle from him, too. "That's Buka's bridle. Zazu surely won't be pleased." And how he knew the respect he had of his tall friend. "Go ahead, show me how you tack up." Davaj looked at them expectantly.
  Dancing clearly wasn't the same as carrying around TWO saddles at the same time in the freaking summer sun?! Well, but Riley knew that anyway. And paying more attention to a horse's needs? How about Riley paying a little more attention to Romeo's needs?! How.About.That. Hmmno, he hid that thought behind a forced grin. "Honestly, I'm glad your sense of colour matching isn't as bad as I feared." The only good thing was that Romeo's thoughts were too occupied with being annoyed than dreading the riding-part that was still about to come. Slowly he approached the big horse and offered him his hand for a moment before petting the dark neck. "So, why did you ask about my Russian?", he asked and proceeded to check the saddle.

alternate, SUPREME version, edited by annaaM :

also, unimpressed Riley and look-at-meh-Romeo in a nutshell:
twitter.com/amazlngnature/stat…
___________________
©
artwork & Riley belong to me
Romeo belongs to chelissima
overpainted background photo provided by abosz007