“No, I didn’t.” he says, as if he hadn’t been slipping in and out of consciousness the entire time they’d been carrying him. True—he didn’t fall asleep but they’d only said it because they felt like he was going to. Even now, when they had pressed the elevator button, the fae had jolted much like anyone would when they’re just about to drift off.
It was cute how comfortable he’d gotten.
“Ya sure about that, sweetheart? You’ve just woken up. Don’t ya wanna take a minute or two t’collect yourself?” they tease, knowing full well that wasn’t the case, “Plus, you have t’unwrap your legs I can even begin t’let ya down, y’know? Otherwise you’ll just slide right down.”
“We’re almost there anyway… Just wait a little bit longer and I’ll set ya down, okay?” The thief doesn’t wait for Sue to answer though, their eyes instead flicking to the floor indicator up to their left. Additionally, they don’t really make any move to let Sue down—keeping their arm wrapped around Sue’s waist and a hand cups underneath his thigh. Yes, yes; they know that they had complained when Sue had latched onto them and no, they hadn’t changed their mind about not wanting to carry him. However, they felt like it wouldn’t really make a difference if they set him down here or in front of their door. He was light enough where they didn’t really need to put that much effort into carrying him ( which shouldn’t have come to a surprise to them but it did ) and, in a minute or two, they’d be stepping out of the elevator and onto their floor.
Count your blessings, Sue. The thief was being nice for once.
Mikah lets out a tiny sigh as the red, digital numbers stop counting up, blue eyes flicking away from the floor indicator and to the elevator doors as they open. They step out and immediately turn to their right, relieved that the hallway is completely empty. They then shuffle down the brightly lit corridor with less urgency now, coming to a stop in front of the third door on their left. Their arm draws back as soon as they stop and they give the fae a couple pats to his lower back, signaling for him to get down.
He grumbled softly with annoyance when the other clearly teased him, but he remained quiet otherwise. Gently Sue squeezed, settling in for the next minute. Why would he complain when they were offering to carry him for longer. Now wide awake, he just quietly waited as they headed to Mikah’s apartment. The wet clothes were getting itchy and more uncomfortable by the minute.
As soon as they arrived and he felt the pats to his back he slipped down, letting his arms idle around the other’s neck for a hot second before letting go with a soft hmph. Damp hair fell in front of his face while he looked down at the wet cloth clinging to him. Pinching it with his thumb and forefinger near his belly button he pulled it away from him only to let it go for it to flop down, a loud schlop sounding from the action.
The moment Mikah had the door open he invited himself in only to begin stripping off the wet clothing, all the while a childish expression of annoyance on his face. Suelita couldn’t have cared less whether or not the redhead had a problem with it. He was cold and uncomfy and the clothes had to go. Though the fae was quite alright with nudity he was kind enough to leave his underwear on for the other’s sake. “Gimme clothes,” he bossed.
In his haste he hadn’t considered that stripping down would probably leave him colder. Now he stood in Mikah’s apartment in merely his underwear, wet clothes on the floor beside him, with arms crossed in order to conserve heat. This was hardly proper etiquette as a guest.
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