[Somehow, he's managing to hang on, though that could be in part due to the seahorse not actually wanting him to fall off. It was the one who put him on there, after all. The problem is he has nothing to control the horse with—no bridle, no saddle, so he can only grab a fistful of its mane while keeping an eye for anything he might be able to use later.
But it seems now that Tifa has caught up, it slows and shakes its head proudly. SEE I GOT HIM OUT!!]
I'm fine.
[An exasperated but curt answer only due to his mood at the moment, the glare directed only at the seahorse.]
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But it seems now that Tifa has caught up, it slows and shakes its head proudly. SEE I GOT HIM OUT!!]
I'm fine.
[An exasperated but curt answer only due to his mood at the moment, the glare directed only at the seahorse.]
Go ahead and ride, I'll handle this.