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[ the streets had been pretty bare after a little traffic on the way to anthony's apartment, making due with the time they had when stopping to glance down at the arms around his waist. double-checking never hurt, considering the circumstances. as per usual he has his moments of thought over the events that had taken place throughout the day. said thoughts eventually traveled into their adventure at the lounge, concluding that it was most likely the alcohol speaking for anthony and nothing more than that; it was an acceptable self-hypothesis.

without any chatter involved (he was half-expecting puff, woo to happen any second, after all) he makes his way down the last few streets in complete silence, already quite aware of their exact destination. ]

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[ is about to speak up when he notices exactly what anthony is speaking of, which are a bunch of owls seated in the trees, pointedly eying them with some level of interest. ]

...

[ just turns onto anthony's street when the light flicks to green. ]

[ waves at the owls lazily, a shaky smile lighting his face when the owls start hooting. ]

Hi guys!

[ does not pay any mind to anthony nor the owls, too busy pulling into a spot to park the scooter at long last. locks it into its upright position, turns it off, then sits there for a moment to allow anthony to remove himself first. ]

[ stays smooshed against michael's back, feeling too comfortable (& lazy & drunk) to move without cue. ]

Hoot. They're friends. Not like seagulls.

Your closest friends, I am sure. [ lightly pats anthony's knee twice. ] However, we have more pressing matters at hand. You must remove yourself before I am to move.

[ wraps his arms around michael's neck, as tightly as he dares. ]

Cap-i-tan is strong.

[ twists his head slightly to the side at that, hopefully preventing the crushing of his windpipe in the process. speaks evenly despite this: ]

Can you not move by yourself?

[ just sags against him. ]

I don't think my legs want to.

I guess there is no choice, then.

[ carefully--as to not have anthony fall off in the process--lifts his leg to put it over the scooter before sliding off of it. reaches his arms backwards, a silent invitation for the other to get on his back. ]

[ immediately scoots toward michael, settling awkwardly into place. some corner of his mind is yakking how unmanly this is, but the even fuzzier part is shushing it. so he's resting is head against the back of his captain's, legs falling either side of the other boy as he hops on up. ]

You are ama-a-azing.

[ catches him as promised, taking a moment to shift anthony a bit. ]

It is the least I could do to ensure your safety. [ begins walking. silence, and then: ] You are not as light as I had anticipated.

[ clings to pathetically, trying not to be entirely dead-weight (with little success). ]

. . . Are you calling me fat!

No, you are far from overweight. Your physical appearance is at a healthy level. However, I had underestimated the weight I would be shouldering. My calculations were incorrect, but you are not heavy to an extreme degree.

[ droops against michael, barely comprehending the words. ]

I'm nosy and I threw off your calcu-- calculations. The world sucks.

[ moves along with the droop a little, keeping at an evened pace. ]

Worry not. You were not to blame.

But it's my weight you're calculating. How'd you get it wrong, anyway? Is it the clothes?

No, it was simply an error of judgment on my part.

Huh. I'll watch my waistline anyway.

If you wish.

[ finally gets inside the building with some effort, strolling on up to the elevator. directs his attention back to anthony. ] Your floor number?

[ reaches around to shove his finger against the right number when they enter the elevator. huffs & settles back down afterward, as if the action had caused him to suffer more exhaustion than it actually does. ]

Uppity we go, cap-i-tan!

[ just watches the floor numbers tick by, blinking when it stops on one that they did not select and the door opens up. looks as expressionless as ever when the person standing there stares at them oddly, not bothering to watch them scoot to the nearest corner after pushing their floor number. ]

[ lolls his head back & forth against michael's, not noticing the newcomer yet. but when he does (& vaguely registers the look), he rears up. stares. ]

. . . Isn't my honeybun-baby-gorgeous-manmeat so strong?

[ stares straight forward even as anthony runs his mouth, not particularly bothered nor interested in the one-sided conversation. when the ding signals their arrival he just steps on out, blind to the uncomfortable look their elevator-buddy gives them before the door shuts again. ]

Which way?

[ points down the correct hallway, feeling rather victorious. ]

There.

[ nods and continues to be a human vehicle in silence, going slow enough so that his companion could stop him at the appropriate door whenever they approach it. ]