a duck walked up to a lemonade stand
with @minhomp continued from here:
"Then what else am I going to use these for?" Minho's words were laced with mischief as he gestured to his shoulders, the laugh already on his lips. "And I don't mind, it's not as if I had better things to do." He shrugged said shoulders now, easily lifting the cooler that was parked between them. "Where did you want these? I didn't think kids these days know what a lemonade stand is." He was all expectant smiles since he was the volunteer sent by the station to help with the charity event organized by the city council.
he watches the older man pick up the cooler like it’s a piece of cake and then glances towards the place where apparently something is going on today. if he’s really honest with himself - and he’ll only ever be that with himself and maybe two or three of his closest friends - he doesn’t belong to this group at all and had just walked over because he saw something interesting. his fingers are itching to grab a bottle of lemonade and make off with it, but instead he just analyses the setting.
“over there next to those tables,” he says with the confidence of someone actually involved in this whole thing, and he casually walks over to grab a crate of lemons. he’s learned long ago that looking like you belong is the most surefire way to have no one question you, and so he casually walks alongside the unknown man towards the place he indicated, putting his crate of lemons down as well.
as he watches the man carefully place the cooler down, a new idea comes to mind and he grins lightly when he speaks up again. “say, if those shoulders are made to carry the world... and i’m part of the world... does that mean you’ll carry me around on them too?” his grin turns brighter at the last words, gaze locking with that of this stranger he thinks will become one of his best friends in the world if his reply is a positive one.