Faustus: He seems like a nice enough chap, but I do believe he's too young for all of us.
Nathaniel: He has what I like to refer to as "twink energy".
Blaine: He's not too young for me, move.
Maze: Is he a virgin?
"Wait wait wait, I have a bet going. How old do you lot believe he is?" Locke mused glancing to Ramsay's who was actually laughing way to hard in amusement.
Faustus: Early twenties.
Blaine: Early thirties.
Maze: Does it matter? He could be as old as I am ((canonically stupid-thousand)) and he'd still be a little cutie. Look at that ruffly hair.
"Ha! I fucking win!!!" Ramsay immediately hooted earning a rather snarky look from the older man.
"He's twelve" Locke informed them with an expression that was far to serious.
"Bullshit! That one said thirties so in the least I'm not paying you a single coin" Ramsay smarted off at hearing Locke now playing games.
"Well that lovely gentleman with the fancy coat said Twenties so I do believe neither am I!" Locke shot back just as smartly.
"Fine!" Ramsay
"Good!" Locke
"How old is he, then?" Maze asked in a bored tone, rolling her eyes at the argument.
"Thirty-three" Ramsay replied, this time his tone a bit more bland before he chuckled. The things simply shaving could do!
"Thirty-three is early thirties," Blaine pointed out. He pointed to Ramsay with his pinkie. "Making you the winner of that bet."
Ramsay merely smirked his dark blue hues moving for Locke who was quick to stick his middle finger up at him. "Sore loser!" Ramsay mused but didn't get much of a response besides the others middle finger as Locke had gone leading his horse off.
"I'm Blaine," the unshaven young man said. "I'm younger than you, but I'll let you guess how much or little. No stakes, boring as that may be." He nodded in Locke's direction. "Friend of yours?"
"Ramsay Bolton" He introduced himself with a sly smile before sort of chuckling at the others comment. Yeah, that did sound a bit boring though his eyes were soon glancing after Locke for a moment before slightly shrugging. "Of sorts.... He works for my father" He replied as he turned from the other long enough to grab his hunting bow and quiver, pulling them on his shoulder. "Mid-twenties?" He finally guessed, eyes glancing to the other curiously.
"Seems like a fun man to have on staff," Blaine remarked. He shrugged to the man's question. "I said you could guess. Didn't say I'd tell you the answer," he said cheekily. "Fine bow you've got."
"Isn't it ... Made it myself" Ramsay remarked proudly, a bit of a smirk on his face as he glanced to the other. Seeming to think for a moment after he then gave the other a curious look "You shoot?"
"I can," Blaine said. He cocked his head, admiring the craftsmanship. Clearly this man had a lot of respect for the hunt. He gave a nod of approval. "Been told I'm a good shot, but never had much of a reason."
"Reason?" Ramsay began to snicker, the wicked grin of his flashing over his face. "Who needs a reason?" He replied before he moved and suddenly he'd grabbed a second bow from the nearby weapon rack. Perhaps not as fancy as his but it would do the trick. "catch!" He added before he tossed it to the other male. Turning to grab a second quiver he then glanced down the way towards where a girl stood looking impatient outside of a rather large shed. Whistling he gestured his finger in a circle before turning to hand the quiver to the other male.
Oh the woman's face had gone from impatient to rather pissed looking at what she'd witnessed but still she turned seeming to throw her own bow down as she headed into the shed area.
"Good enough," Blaine said as he caught the bow and took the quiver. "Right, what are we shooting?"
"Rabbits, Foxes, but let's just say I'm hoping for a fox" Ramsay replied with a snicker of delight. Something of a bit to much excitement flashed across his dark blue hues before the sounds of the loud howling and barking suddenly came from the shed and suddenly five MASSIVE dogs came charging out. ((Cane Corsos))
"Hope you don't mind dogs. Good for tracking and if it's a boar we come across" He added with a chuckle before glancing to the animals whistling once more so the last one who'd seemed to get distracted came running.
Blaine smiled delightedly as the dogs came charging out. "Handsome boys you got there," he said. He had always been a dog person. "Names?"
"Slaughter, Drake, Mama, Fang, and the little ones Giant" He mused nearly snorting a laugh at the complete irony. Most had names that were either complete jokes or sounded nice and vicious. "Come on, it's not a far walk" he added as he turned to head through the large gates and towards the woods that lingered close by.
Slaughter and Fang were interesting names, Blaine thought.
"I don't mind the walk," he said, stretching out one leg for emphasis and following Ramsay. "So are rabbits and foxes all we're after?"
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