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Hol Horse sat in a cowboy manner, idly sipping his cowboy cowfee (cowboy coffee).
He was in one of those Wild West style, old timey saloons. Because this is a fanfiction and I can do what I want.
A cigarette was gripped half-heartedly in his cowboy teeth.
“Oh boy, I sure do wish I had another cowboy with whom I could do cowboy stuff,” Mr. Horse lamented audibly, his cigarette jiggling with each syllable.
Being approximately 100% horse (give or take) was a difficult and lonely lifestyle, and Horse Man craved human/horse interaction and was lonely. Truly, there were not enough cowboys in this world of JoJos.
The saloon was still and Wild Westy, until a lone stranger kicked in those swivel door thingies that they had in old timey saloons.
The man was clad in tight fitting poots and gratuitous quantities of animal print. A hat rested upon his head, and from beneath is his ridiculous blonde mullet flared out.
“Howdy pardner,” Mountain Tim howdied, tipping his hat slightly (a customary cowboy greeting).
Hol the wonder horse gasped as his prayers had been answered. An even more offensively stereotypical cowboy had just walked into his life, and into his heart.
Tim did a cowboy strut in a manner similar to that of a rooster over to his fellow cowboy.
“Yeehaw,” he yeehawed, flashing a cowboy smile to Hol.
Hol Horse blushed slightly at the sight of this new, handsome stranger, and smiled with his horse hole.
Mountain Tim sat next to Mr. Horse and started speaking, “So I take it that you’re the only other cowboy in these parts, partner,”
It took Hol a while to respond, as he had been transfixed on Tim’s cowboy sideburns, “Uh yeah, that’s right,” he loudly sipped from his cowfee in an effort to distract himself from Mountain Tim’s radiant beauty and cowboyness, “The name’s Horse. Hol Horse.”
Tim tipped his hat yet again, “Mountain Tim.”
Horse went back to his moe moe uguu blushing. Why did the new cowboy have to be so beautiful?
Tim suddenly rested his hand on Hol’s thigh, causing him to jump.
“You know… I love horses,”
Horse man stared, wide eyed and redfaced back at Tim. Tim flashed a cowboy wink and waggled his eyebrows.
“…I love mountains,” Hol Horse responded at long last, gazing longingly into his new friend’s cowboy eyes.
And then:
They cowboy kissed.
Out in the west, cows and horses alike called out in glee and excitement over the fact that the two cowboys had found love in each other.
Truly a most happy day for all cowboy kind.