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Merry had been well on her way to getting reacquainted with the waking world, and although she still felt the constant pang, that touch of sadness over her sire, her partner in death, her Perry's absence she was able to carry on. The darkness pulled at her in her dreams, in a way that made Merry wonder what she may have left behind within those shadows, in many ways she found herself changed. Some of that sweet innocence was lost, her naivety still lingered due to lack of exposure to much of the world but she'd seen enough to be wary of intentions. Her fear of touch still remained though she was quite sure her curse had gone and yet recently found herself longing to touch people. To find comfort in it. Her hand always had another to hold when Perry was there, they relied on each other, on being able to reach out and find someone always there waiting. Now? She felt more alone than she ever had, and the void was hard to fill.

It was contemplating these things, stretched out on a couch in her sister Mortll's place, reading a book that the delivery man found her. Handing her the items that were sent, the boxes and letters in a big envelope. Enzo? Enzo had sent her things? She thought of the handsome, dark haired man who claimed them as family, who wanted very much to know them and be involved in their lives. Against her better judgement she was fond of the man, she enjoyed his company and his protective ways. Perhaps it was what she needed? Family. People to care for her, to want to spend time with her, to help her find her way.

Merry flopped once more on the couch, opening the envelope to find the present inside, a quick read had her doing a double take. A horse? He got a her a horse? For racing or for riding? She opened the smaller box, pulling out some jodhpurs. "Riding!" She squeaked, though when she was younger they had hopped on horses in whatever they were wearing and rarely bothered with a saddle. The larger box contained a beautiful pair of riding boots. She could hardly contain her excitement, such an extravagant gift overwhelmed her, she had no idea what she had done to deserve it. The woman could not weight to feel the wind in her hair, to see how fast her horse could run, could jump and fly through the night. Merry did not hesitate to change, finding a simple white button up shirt and a fitted jacket to complete the outfit. Her hair was worn down, for actual riding she would braid it but not tonight was not for riding, it was for hunting Enzo's. She fully intended to find the man, to thank him but first a pit stop.

It was two hours later, deep into the evening when Merry crept up behind Enzo on the street, following him around the corner from the building he had just left. When she was just in reach she extended her hand, the one that held firmly a riding crop and swatted it against the man's backside, the sharp crack sound as it collided with his upper left butt cheek echoing around them. Yes, she would thank him of course, but in her very own way.

She felt a brief wash of fear as his hand reached for his gun, drawing it on her but the second his eyes saw her face the fear left her. His recognition was instant, and a certain fondness there in mere moments. The fun neatly tucked into's holster meant he could embrace, not before those eyes swept over her frame in a way that had Merry gripping the crop tighter, considering whether to swat him again. She didn't hesitate to return the affection, pressing a kiss to each cheek. "Enzo! Well, you are just you, da? You being you is what deserves frequent swatting with this crop. You are trouble, mm? A bad boy?" She wiggled the crop at him, brushing it against his outer calf playfully. He was really asking her why she was here? Why she had a riding crop? Of course he had to know, she was in riding attire, just wondering around the city. The purpose was clear, but if he was in the mood to play she could try to keep up.

"Why Enzo, it is because a secret admirer bought me a stunning horse tonight, the note just MUST have fallen off da? So, it is too late to ride horses, da? I thought, hmm, but what else can I do in this lovely outfit? I know!" She lifted her hand as if an idea had struck her, a good one, and she was happy to tell him what it was. "I will go make Enzo be my horsey! He is good man, he will do this for me! I will ride on your back, and whip you to go faster, you trot around the city ok? Let's go!" She slunk forwards, moving around him so that she was at his back, her arms casually looping over his shoulders, clasping over his chest. "Do I just hop up now?" She flicked the crop at his chest, the little tab hitting just below his navel. She was curious to see how long he would play with her, before he grew tired, serious, or gave in and spoke out loud of his extravagant gift.