jesse's engaging muscles he thinks haven't ever been worked to try and pull this off, target heavier than he looks, clearing six feet and groomed for power. there's a half-second where he's sure he's going to blow a blood vessel in his neck ( and really, he'd rather that kill him than gabriel ), but he perseveres in his attempt to haul the older man over-shoulder. prays he won't buckle.
❛ ALMOST THERE , KID. ❜ gabriel has always been an individual to be direct & honest ——— & here he exists with a fibber’s tongue. as it proves all the effort for the younger to support such weight , it’s all the same for reyes to conceal all amusement. there’s a comparison to something a snort unwillingly escaping nostrils & there he is , dangling upon a wobbling shoulder. for a second there is hope ! & that is how long it will last : a mere second.
jesse’s back turns & the commander will meet the fate of the floor , however gradual yet most inelegant. a grunt will pursue & as he waves away any help the other may offer for support. he’s standing again , wiping away dust from trousers , removing the beanie to ruffle curled locks & place it onto the crown again , sniffling. there it is : arms cross & he returns to the typical visage of gabriel antonio reyes ! or so he prays. look closely & you may identify that feeble excuse of a SMILE. ❛ well … it’s safe to say our next focus will be weightlifting. ❜