his fingers squeeze, he inhales, jayce hooks a good foot to the chair's leg and does something a little worse than standing to carry him, only because he feels his leg would not take kindly—
so, he scoots. he scoots and makes the chair groan terribly with each sputter of groaning wood to the ground, making his way to at least face said mirror and get close enough to see themselves in it. every shuffle is a bounce of viktor in his arms, and a jolt of jayce's body to offer the momentum for it.
he is smiling like a child who's done something crafty the entire time. jayce, yes. ]
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his fingers squeeze, he inhales, jayce hooks a good foot to the chair's leg and does something a little worse than standing to carry him, only because he feels his leg would not take kindly—
so, he scoots. he scoots and makes the chair groan terribly with each sputter of groaning wood to the ground, making his way to at least face said mirror and get close enough to see themselves in it. every shuffle is a bounce of viktor in his arms, and a jolt of jayce's body to offer the momentum for it.
he is smiling like a child who's done something crafty the entire time. jayce, yes. ]