were it any other five foot three girl hobbling at less than quarter speed, he would’ve considered the threat of getting his ass kicked to be a big fat zero, if not negative. but considering that this one threatening him now is none other than yoo shiah, he actually has to assign the notion a legitimate, positive probability. so as much as he wants to dare her to try, he reminds himself of what they say about provoking a wounded animal… that is, don’t do it. honestly he has to admit that it’s rather impressive, how such immense willpower and formidability can be packed into such a small frame. on the other hand, those same qualities only make this ‘victory’ sweeter when she has no choice but to give in and hop on this back.
upon contact, he annoyingly theatrically grunts like he has the wind knocked out of him, even though he clearly doesn’t. “yes yes, i forgot i owe you my life,” he bemoans, freely rolling his eyes because she can’t see his face from her angle anymore. after stabilizing their position, he begins to move forward at a steady pace, actually watching his steps carefully now. after all, it’d be real tragic and highly inconvenient if he himself were to trip now. “oh. for the record, you are too heavy, so don’t bother asking out of courtesy,” he jokes offhandedly. “just relax and enjoy the view! the world looks different from this high up, doesn’t it?” at this point, he’s practically beaming in content, but again, she can’t see his face anymore so his lips are free to curl into whatever smug grin they so desire.
— [ ♡ ] the fact that the male has to face front and focus his attention on walking, therefore not being able to see her expression, gives her the perfect opportunity to roll her eyes at his statements. (much like he himself did a few moments prior, unbeknownst to her). of course he would say something about her weight. yooa has half the mind to tighten her arms around his neck so that she can choke him, but she decides against it. at the end of the day, he is doing her a favor by carrying her back to camp. despite that, she’s still going to chew his ear off for even teasing her that she is quote, unquote too heavy. ❝ yah, if you really think i’m too heavy, i think that says more about your health and fitness than it does about mine. as if your tall tree stature and twig arms couldn’t carry someone who is like forty-three kilograms. ❞
she shifts so that she’s supporting the majority of her weight with one arm, the elbow of her other arm coming up to jab into his shoulder area forcefully. it’s of course done out of spite at his offhanded teasing of her height. sure, she may be tiny compared to him, but she has good proportions, so even if she isn’t tall, at least she looks taller than she really is. ❝ you’re right, the view is slightly different from up here,. but you know, i’m perfectly fine being my height.❞ and of course, because he seemed exasperated by all the science stuff she talks about, she’s going to bring science back into the conversation. ❝ i wouldn’t trade my height for this view, not when i’d have a higher risk of getting some cancers, blood clots, and spine, neck, and back problems. ❞ she grins, patting him where she had jabbed him moments earlier. ❝ but i guess all these possibilities are in your future, so i’ll be share to pray for your good health. ❞