[He shoves the bottle of vodka in his yukata pocket, and without further ado, literally sweeps her off her feet, princess-style. He's always been fairly built, but right now, it's more a combination of evenly distributing her weight and making sure to lift her properly that enables him to hoist her into the air with almost not effort at all.]
Sorry, did you say something? Maybe something about how I might not be able to carry you?
[He holds her even closer, if it's possible, keeping his grip on her gentle, but constant as he starts to head toward the stairs. Fortunately(?) they have luck on their side, so chances of running into any other responsible teens are very low.]
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Sorry, did you say something? Maybe something about how I might not be able to carry you?
[He holds her even closer, if it's possible, keeping his grip on her gentle, but constant as he starts to head toward the stairs. Fortunately(?) they have luck on their side, so chances of running into any other responsible teens are very low.]