picks him up and throws him over his shoulder, carting him back inside the winery. "stop trying to sweep my porch, or you're going to be in trouble."
"really, it's nothing, i don't mind at aHH-" speech turns to a quick chirp of surprise, air leaving him in a huff as he feels his feet leave the ground. the broom in his hands drops with a clatter, losing hold of it in his surprise. someone will have to pick that up later.
"diluc!" he huffs, pressing hands to the man's back so he can try and crane his head to look back at the man. he's not mad, diluc just wants him to relax when he visits, but thoma still taken aback at how easily the man can lift him. he is by no means a small, frail man. but, seeing how diluc can one-hand a claymore, it shouldn't really surprise him anymore. he flushes, noting one of the maids out front giggling behind her hands, no doubt ready to gossip about this later.
"ok, ok, no more sweeping! put me down, you win," legs wiggle to and fro. he could break out of the hold he’s certain, but he’ll play along, "just because you can lift me up at a moment's notice doesn't mean you should, you know." || @piercingdark
