@fkc-aiden “let’s go, travel donkey, move your feet.” he walks steadily behind his peer, no longer responsible for his hefty hiking bag as he’s already passed it on for oliver to be in charge of. it wasn’t exactly hard for justin to pick which one he’d convince to carry his belongings; it was likely the opposite of what the administration had in mind when they put the students together but justin had to assert some authority. it wasn’t that he couldn’t carry his own bag, that didn’t bother him too much, but he needed a message to come across. despite having both his own bag and justin’s to walk with, the youngest prinz lacked any sympathy for how tough following the trail must have been. and the sympathy definitely wasn’t around when chamber tripped, the luggage falling to the ground with. a tight grip on his collar, legs bent so he was close enough that none of his words could be heard by the supervisors not too far in front of them. “does this mean you want to crawl the rest of the way? because we can make that happen.” then, a disgruntled shove at the other’s shoulder as he stands back up. “up, donkey, come on.”
