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[leonheartedly]

If I have to.

[noarchitact]

I think you're going to have to. [ especially since he's going to refill his mug again. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he looks Fantasia up and down, assessing.

Then drinks like half of his mug, grinning after]

Piece of cake.

[noarchitact]

Oh? You think you could do it no problem?

[leonheartedly]

I know I can do it, easily.

[noarchitact]

Prove it.

[leonheartedly]

. . . [putting the mug down]

Put down your drink.

[noarchitact]

[ setting his mug down… once he’s finished his drink. he’s finally starting to feel tipsy, so clearly this is the perfect time for this. ] Let’s see what you’ve got.

[leonheartedly]

[as soon as the mug is set down, Tyr steps closer and just - scoops Fantasia up bridal style with almost no effort]

Proof enough?

1/3

[noarchitact]

[noarchitact]

[ I don’t know what I expected. ]

[noarchitact]

…yes.

[leonheartedly]

[he snorts out a laugh and sets Fantasia back down]

1/3

[noarchitact]

[noarchitact]

[ this is embarrassing.
he's not drunk enough for this. ]

[noarchitact]

[ or is he... ]

I bet I could lift you up too.

[leonheartedly]

[. . .]







Prove it.

[noarchitact]

I will. [ going for leon's waist to pick him up like this the one on the right. ]

[leonheartedly]

[that might be a yelp of surprise, don't worry about it]

—well shit.

[noarchitact]

Impressed?

[leonheartedly]

Very impressed.

[noarchitact]

Of course it is. [ puffs out his chest, proud. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he huffs out a laugh]

You can put me down now.

[noarchitact]

[ sets him down. ]

I think I need another drink.

[leonheartedly]

Might as well fill mine up too.