While leaving my mark on a pretty thing like yourself is very tempting...
[ A deep breath like he's preparing to actually exert himself — it's just for show — and once he feels Reno's grip settle around the back of his neck and shoulders he stoops just enough to encourage uppies. One-two-three and without batting an eye Roche finally puts that SOLDIER-strength to use, hands hooking under Reno's thighs as he hefts him up and takes a half-step forward to set him on the edge of the table. Easy? E a s y. There were times where he'd sometimes miss being normal and actually being able to feel the weight of another person in his arms but those days and the ones where he was just Some Guy in PubSec were history. He knows just as well as anyone that people were drawn to fooling around with those in SOLDIER to have a taste of that raw strength they possessed, and it's not like Roche of all people was going to deny someone their shot at thrill-seeking.
Especially if the delighted ohs from those watching were anything to go by. He get the appeal of it, he really does, and sometimes there were times where he'd goad people into trying to throw him around too if only to see if they actually could.
Something in his gut tells him that Reno could be one of them despite how light he felt in his hold. Something about big surprises in small packages, right? Right.
And there it is — if there were any doubts before, the proof was right there. Here, as Roche tilts his head at juuuuuust the right angle, his eyes almost glow under the lights in the room. He's SOLDIER alright, even if he's not a First. Yet he's still just as careful as can be as he places one hand over Reno's chest and lightly pushes at him. The other? Oh, that's staying on his thigh for one damn good reason; once he goes back, he's lifting up.
He's got to be flexible if he looks like this, doesn't he? ]
It wouldn't be in the spirit of the game if I did that when I haven't been told to.
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[ A deep breath like he's preparing to actually exert himself — it's just for show — and once he feels Reno's grip settle around the back of his neck and shoulders he stoops just enough to encourage uppies. One-two-three and without batting an eye Roche finally puts that SOLDIER-strength to use, hands hooking under Reno's thighs as he hefts him up and takes a half-step forward to set him on the edge of the table. Easy? E a s y. There were times where he'd sometimes miss being normal and actually being able to feel the weight of another person in his arms but those days and the ones where he was just Some Guy in PubSec were history. He knows just as well as anyone that people were drawn to fooling around with those in SOLDIER to have a taste of that raw strength they possessed, and it's not like Roche of all people was going to deny someone their shot at thrill-seeking.
Especially if the delighted ohs from those watching were anything to go by. He get the appeal of it, he really does, and sometimes there were times where he'd goad people into trying to throw him around too if only to see if they actually could.
Something in his gut tells him that Reno could be one of them despite how light he felt in his hold. Something about big surprises in small packages, right? Right.
And there it is — if there were any doubts before, the proof was right there. Here, as Roche tilts his head at juuuuuust the right angle, his eyes almost glow under the lights in the room. He's SOLDIER alright, even if he's not a First. Yet he's still just as careful as can be as he places one hand over Reno's chest and lightly pushes at him. The other? Oh, that's staying on his thigh for one damn good reason; once he goes back, he's lifting up.
He's got to be flexible if he looks like this, doesn't he? ]
It wouldn't be in the spirit of the game if I did that when I haven't been told to.
[ Yet. ]