[ Lighter knows how to woo an audience, but his damsel is a bit of a tougher sell, it seems. Ah, well. He's not one to really drag someone else around on his dashing, creative endeavors if they're not amenable. Already, the little gathering is dispersing, lulled back to the immediacy of their own vices. And Lighter is nothing if not typically obedient to a stern order. ]
No problem. Here.
[ Bowing slightly, he tips Sunday's back upwards against the breadth of his arm to let him down. Only when he starts to slip his opposite arm loose from under his knees, he finds that the other man lifts into the air again, light as a feather.
On instinct, Lighter hooks his arm back under his knees and tugs him down into his arms. ]
...uh. On second thought, why don't I hang onto you for a little bit?
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No problem. Here.
[ Bowing slightly, he tips Sunday's back upwards against the breadth of his arm to let him down. Only when he starts to slip his opposite arm loose from under his knees, he finds that the other man lifts into the air again, light as a feather.
On instinct, Lighter hooks his arm back under his knees and tugs him down into his arms. ]
...uh. On second thought, why don't I hang onto you for a little bit?