“there’s no five second warning this time around, vic,” ryder called out, waving her hand to garner at least some of the man’s attention. “i mean, i know you’re all muscle and you wouldn’t break a sweat, but if you think about it… even the strongest of the men could throw their back out when carrying someone all the time… – right?” she wondered out loud; it seemed as though, it had became her thing. it was her thing. ever since she could remember.
a silent giggle emitted from her thin lips as she inched closer, “— i think it’s about time we check out some ice cream places, no? i believe it’s long overdue, and we need to get our fix, man.” a mere suggestion, eyebrows raised and a cheeky grin appearing nonetheless – no one in their right mind would deny such idea… would they? “so… are you in, or… are you in?” // @cvbcrgs
you know these moments when you’re just lost looking at a specific spot but not actually looking at it? that is victor as ryder speaks to him. that is, until she waves her hand to successfully catch his attention back. “right, yes, right.” he agrees to whatever she’s saying despite having only heard the last bit about throwing out your back. a bit he doesn’t actually agree with considering how he’ll carry people around anyway.
his eyes are quick to open up at the mention of ice cream and he shoots a big smile ryder’s way as he begins to walk towards her, arms stretched to indicate he’s going to pick her up. “i’m in! so in!” vic exclaims, picking the woman up and spinning her around once before being swift yet gentle and putting her back down. “c’mon, hop on me.” he turns his back to her and crunches forward to allow her to get on his back. “transport on me, ice creams on you.”
