Anatomy and more.

[Uzriel Raven]

For the tenth time this morning, the horse farted. It was silent this time, so Dante had the pleasure of discovering this mid-yawn.

"For the love of all that's good, what do you FEED this beast, Rowland?" His guard friend shifted a bit, platemail clanking and his ivory cloak bunching up.

"Well uh, normally corn...but he likes a treat of pinto beans from time to time..today was treat day," he said haltingly, obviously trying not to laugh at the orange man. He really could try harder. "Ahaha, heheha, hoooo!" Rowland raised his helmet and wiped away a few tears of joy, sword held between his arm and side. Dante was not amused, at first. He nodded, stepped towards the nearby building, and pulled out a baggy, some papers, and a few matches.

Rowland groaned, knowing exactly what he was about to do. "That's not fair! You know I can't do that on duty, you're teasing me," Dante's dark lips curled up a bit, growing into a blatant smirk. "I sure am." So he sprinkled a hefty dose of green onto the paper, then feeling brave, pieced two papers together and added even more. "That thing is huge, you can't do that by yourself..can you?" said the metal man. "I don't plan on smoking this alone actually," as he spoke he wrapped the last piece of paper onto the whole, resulting in a simply stunning roll, it wasn't pregnant, nor did it have any holes and it was as round as two of his thumbs.

It was an understatement to say that Dante and Rowland were drooling. The nearby guard Isabella shook her helmeted head in disapproval. They paid no heed, Dante striking a match against the cobblestone street, Rowland cursing under his breath. Dante pulled with a vengeance, his eyes went wide as the smoke seared his lungs, and it hurt so good. He barely coughed, generous amounts of smoke puffing from his lips each time. He grinned and calmly went over to the horse, turned the blunt around, and blew a mighty blast of smoke into its nostrils. Sure it jumped as first, rather startled, but as it breathed in the sweet piny smell, its nose might as well have been attached to the roll. Dante was eager to oblige his newly found smoking buddy.

"Dammit Dante, don't do that!" Dante looked up, "That's a lot of D words," It wasn't long before the horse knelt down to the ground, too relaxed to stand.

And so it was that a boring day of studying the human anatomy turned into a wonderful smoking session with a pale horse.