@rey-surtrson continued (x):
Rey huffed, raising a brow as he looked up at the cabinet where the now precarious dishware lay, then back down at his friend. His hands rested on his hips.
“Well, would you rather I lifted you up myself?” Rey couldn’t help the slight amused smirk on his lips as he imagined it - hoisting Helmut up by his hips to reach the top shelf. He almost wish he had thought of it before the step-stool. “I know you want the nice plates for our ‘guests’, but I’m sure we can achieve that without a hospital trip for you before they get here.”
Helmut returned that look by lifting an offended brow at the other man. As if the suggestion of using a stepping stool wasn’t enough insult to his… average stature, he even had to propose lifting him up like a child. “No, I do not need help. And I will reiterate: the stepping stool is unnecessary.” Feeling exceptionally stubborn, he let out a haughty breath and went back to reaching up into the kitchen cabinet, blindly feeling for the plates, which only resulted to him pushing them forward and definitely made it harder for him to reach. Damn it.