projectroxas | (no subject)

'Sup.

[ smirks, unhooks the rather heavy backpack from his shoulder & lobs it nathan, right at his chest. ]

OOF-!

[ isn't exactly equipped to handle that much weight, barely being able to hold onto it. gives him a look. ]

What the hell, do you have bricks in here or something?

Nah. My buddies from school, let's say. Starts with T, ends with books? Little assholes that like to eat through my wallet in two days. Be gentle with them.

[ steps to the side to reveal a few more boxes behind him. bends down to haul one up with a grunt. ]

[ stares down at the bag with vast distaste, not really understanding this textbook concept. can't remember the last time he actually brought school books home with him... the thought is kind of making his brain hurt. ]

Yeah, so anyway. Your room?

Hold up. [ adjusts the box in his arms for a moment, trying to adapt to the weight. ]

Oof. Okay, let's move.

[ nods briefly and moseys on over to the steps, heading up to the second floor. kind of just. glances behind him, 'cause even he's having trouble with the stupid backpack.

almost opens his mouth to ask if he wants albert to help, stopping himself to push that idea away in the back of his mind. just keeps on going in silence. ]

[ unfortunately, he misses the expression, being far too focused on the load in his arms & cursing the stairs to the lowest levels of hell. one step up. another step up. is in the middle of thinking that trying to squeeze everything in three very heavy boxes was not such a good idea. legs are wobbling with the strain. ]

. . .

. . . SHIT, why the fuck don't we have an elevator yet?!

[ blinks a few times, turning around slightly to look at him. ]

Good going, genius.

Bite me. [ is resilient, however & somehow manages to hobble up onto the last step before putting the box down. shakes at his hands & rolls his shoulders. ]

[ sets down the backpack (carefully), copying him like it's heavier than the box damon's carrying. looks down at said box and nudges it slightly. time to talk a little bit. ]

So uh. How long're you staying?

Rest of the summer. Right into the end of August.

[ gives him a soft punch to the shoulder, grinning. ]

What, already counting down the days? Sorry, you're stuck with me for a few months.

[ grunts, gently nudging his leg with a foot. ]

Just wanted to calculate how many times I can push you into the pool when you're not looking.

[ pauses. ]

That and I guess I'm glad you're back. I guess.

Ha! You push me? Aren't you a riot.

[ grins a little at the second bit, but does not respond, instead doing a full body stretch with a yawn to top it off. after giving nathan a quick hair ruffle, he bends down to pick up the box again. ]

You done catching your breath? Let's get a move on.

[ closes an eye and goes 'augh' quietly, picking up the backpack again with some difficulty. curses his arms and wonders if he should start working out... ]

I dunno about you, but I ain't helping with the other boxes.

You planning on leaving me to break my arms by myself?

What? You think I can carry one?!

[ manages a shrug with great effort, but grins to let him know that he's joking. ]

Chill, N. I'll just do it in chunks or something.

[ looks away, grumbling quietly, more to himself than damon. ]

I mean... I could do it, I guess...

You and what muscle? Don't you get short-breathed from just making your bed?

[ sputters, a little flustered. ]

I-- I do not!

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