@lslegion // edward teach rolled a PERFORMANCE CHECK !
“ ed? " stede comes back up to the top deck and ed is still swinging from the rigging in . . . whatever device he'd managed to hook up. it's been at least 15 minutes, perhaps twenty. " i thought mister hands was going to let you down? "
stede huffs and starts pushing a crate towards the center of the deck. that man sometimes, really. he's not sure why ed travels with him. ( . . . well, maybe he is. he is . . . efficient. though the word turns stede’s tongue. )
" hold on, darling. on my way. " stede steps up onto the crate, bringing him at eye height with ed's stomach, which should be high enough to help him out. " legs around, hold on. don't want you to fall. "
having ed's legs wrapped around his chest as he undoes the straps and belts tying him in place is certainly a . . . interesting position, to be in. he does his best to ignore it, and soon enough ed's weight is being dropped onto him, sliding a bit before stede manages to catch him properly.
this is . . . this is worse, now, with ed's legs around his waist and stede may have had to grab his arse to keep him from falling entirely, a mistake which he promptly corrects.
" er . . . pirates first? " stede offers - he's fairly sure he's not precisely strong enough to carry ed down off the crate - it's quite tall, he'd had to stretch to get on it in the first place.
