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[photoshooter]

Bazookas are only like eighteen pounds!

[But he's already letting go of her hand so he can turn, bending a little and offering her his back, waggling his hands at her from his sides.]

Well? C'mon, I don't think I can make it that far!

[whichcraft]

Are you saying I'm fat?

[She's already on her way, though, and it quickly becomes apparent that this is something she's highly familiar with — she's deft and practiced in the way she hops onto his back without kicking him or landing oddly, and easily falls into place with her arms draped over his shoulders and her head turned slightly to the side so that she can see past his.

She's definitely not eighteen pounds, but she's also lighter than one might expect; the cloak and the armor add the appearance of volume, but fundamentally she is in fact a slight, noodly girl — possibly a little bit too light, even, given her height.]

I'm good! I'm good when you are!

[photoshooter]

Oof.

[He staggers a little, because Flora might be an extra-fine noodle, but Prompto is, too. Then he shifts, secures his footing, and chuckles.]

...Kweeeh!

[And off he goes at a wobbling trot. Once he finds a sustainable rhythm, he starts to hum, and then to sing:]

I want to ride my chocobo all day, do doo dododoo do doo...!

[whichcraft]

You have a song?!

[WHEE. Off they go — and off Summer goes, privately relishing the free opportunity to soak up some human body contact without having to deal with the embarrassment of outright asking for a hug.]

Not bad, Mr. Quick!