He didn't even seem to mind, though the ensuing pets certainly did make up for it. Unconsciously, he found himself teetering to the side, into the scratches, closing his eyes momentarily to enjoy them. When they finished, and she took her hand away -- he was sudden aware of just how much of his weight had been leaning into her, as he toppled forward, face first into the bench.

Bullseye shook his head clear, eyes opening as he realized what had happened, as he looked up at the fallen angel, his brown cheeks tinged slightly pink in embarrassment.

He looked at the keys once more and positioned himself accordingly again.



The horse looked back up at the girl, waiting for an answer. Because as far as he was concerned, everyone should know of sherrif Woody! He was the rootin'est tootin'est cowboy there ever was!