[What, watching him eat by putting his face directly into his corn souffle at the feast table wasn't charming to you?
Foster reaches for the sword, and gets as far as actually picking it up before realising (to his mixed confusion and annoyance) that there is, in fact, no good way to hand someone a sword.
Or if there is, he's too stupid to figure it out.
So he falters, then glances sideways at Zangetsu before giving up and just stabbing the sword directly into the dirt, burying the blade enough that it stands up on its own.
That's just going to have to do.
He unfolds his front legs, rising off the ground himself--
Turns out that at his full height, he's now about nine feet tall--or six foot seven at the (horse) shoulder.]
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Foster reaches for the sword, and gets as far as actually picking it up before realising (to his mixed confusion and annoyance) that there is, in fact, no good way to hand someone a sword.
Or if there is, he's too stupid to figure it out.
So he falters, then glances sideways at Zangetsu before giving up and just stabbing the sword directly into the dirt, burying the blade enough that it stands up on its own.
That's just going to have to do.
He unfolds his front legs, rising off the ground himself--
Turns out that at his full height, he's now about nine feet tall--or six foot seven at the (horse) shoulder.]