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β should i really , though ? β
β . . . alright , just messin' with you . β
a chuckle is drawn from him and he carefully sets silver back down β his hold now more unsteady . evidently , he wasn't π’π΄ strong as he claimed .
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Silver lets out a short, high-pitched noise the moment he's scooped off his feet.
γ Oh. γ* β¨οΈ
He blinks β more than twice. He's a little embarrassed to be proven wrong. Maybe Gold πͺπ΄ strong... or he's just light.
γ Okayβ okay, put me down now. γ
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β you sure changed your mind quick , β
he remarks teasingly .
β just watch ! β
gold approaches him and lowers himself enough to properly scoop silver up in his arms β carrying him bridal style .
β s β see ? piece of cake . . . β
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γ I'm not letting you pick me up! γ
He shuffles away β arms tight against his chest in defense.
... Now that he thinks about it, he π₯π°π¦π΄ want to see Gold try. Just to watch him fail, obviously.
He huffs.
γ Fine. Prove it to me, then. γ
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β well , i can prove you wrong ! ya gotta believe in me a bit . β
rolling up his sleeves a little . unfortunately , as per usual , he's getting too confident .
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He raises an eyebrow; letting out a scoff, Silver crosses his arms and shakes his head.
γ No, you couldn't. I doubt you're any stronger than me. γ
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β guess i can't argue with that . β
he hums , pausing for a moment . . . he has thought of something .
β you look light enough , i bet i could pick πΊπ°πΆ up . β β¨οΈ
so much for all that talk about bragging .
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γ You brag more than I do; I should be allowed to, as well. γ
Silver's fingers shift subtley β crumpling the fabric of his hoodie before slowly retracting his hands.
γ Well... maybe you're right about that. You look heavy. γ
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