stormbuilder:
He can’t help but laugh, a warm smile tugging his lips nearly ear-to-ear. His mom had always said food was the way to a person’s heart. He watched as Ziya put his boots on, head canting slightly. Had he ever mentioned how much he liked those boots and the way they made Ziya’s legs look? If he hadn’t, he would be sure to do so. Quite a few times. He hummed thoughtfully, stepping closer to close any space between them. He leaned down, though he didn’t have to lean down as far, now that Ziya was wearing his boots, and he brushed his nose against the warlock’s.
"‘Course you are. Can’t let you get your boots dirty.“ He stole a quick kiss, pulling back with a wide – albeit timid – smile and began to shrug off the backpack. "That means you’re going to have to carry this, though.” He held it out to him, knowing that the pack was probably safer with Ziya anyway. Plus, his books were in there and he wouldn’t let anything happen to them. Grayson then turned so his back was facing Ziya and he kneeled down, looking at him over his shoulder. “I was going to carry you in my arms, but maybe I’ll save that for… later.”
❛ was that an innuendo, grayson ?? ❜
he smirks, eyes narrowing in a knowing way. he swings the pack over his shoulder, careful not to let it hit him too hard (lest his damage the books, let alone his spine), before stepping back and taking a running jump at grayson. a soft omf! falls from his lips, before he readjusts his seating, knowing that even if he was probably as light as a feather to grayson he still has the slight chance of sliding off. not that he isn’t strong enough to stay in place, mind you ... heh ...
❛ off, my loyal steed ; to the park !! ❜
