[The moment his feet leave the ground, Lance yelps a little, though he's quick to realize it's Shiro lifting him and not him just stumbling. His protests die off pretty quickly, but it's Shiro's words that drive it home. The downside about being so twiggy is that he's easy to lift, and no matter how much he eats or trains, he's still all lean muscle at best.
So of course he's no match for Shiro. And he knows Shiro will hold true to his threat--the man could probably throw him, quite literally, out the door. His gaze turns down as his feet touch the floor, and he cooperates.]
Yessir. [He frowns, feeling almost like a scolded child, but does his best to walk along as Shiro leads him out. He's quiet for the next few seconds. And then...
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So of course he's no match for Shiro. And he knows Shiro will hold true to his threat--the man could probably throw him, quite literally, out the door. His gaze turns down as his feet touch the floor, and he cooperates.]
Yessir. [He frowns, feeling almost like a scolded child, but does his best to walk along as Shiro leads him out. He's quiet for the next few seconds. And then...
A sniffle.] But I wanted moooore...