Send āOver the Shoulderā for my museās reaction to suddenly being picked up and flung over your museās shoulder like a bag.
Nope. He wasnāt having it today. Everything was awful everywhere. Sour mood all around for Israel. Heād been letting dumb shit ruin his mood all day and evidently Edward had had enough. Izzy was stubbornly ignoring the crew that afternoon, standing at the helm longĀ past his allotted shift. As if stubbornly overworking himself would make a point that the rest of these idiots needed to straighten up. It wasnāt like they were listening to his orders anyways, even when he yelled.
Hands even half pretended to ignore Edward when the man came up the steps. Stubborn jackass. Only he couldnāt that much, he glanced over at his friend before seeing Mister Buttons in tow. Izzy rolled his eyes, heād already told Buttons to scram earlier. Seems like heād gotten re-enforcements. Without a word, Izzy suddenly found himself scooped upĀ and flung over Edwardās shoulder like a sack of spuds. Izzy cursed, limbs flailing for a moment as he felt like he might fall before Ed had steadied him.
āB-Boss! Put me down. Donāt be ridiculous.ā He shot daggered eyes at Buttons who had taken over his spot at the helm. This was fucking humiliating.Ā