Sorry, do I look like some hulked up whippet like you?
[Tate rolls his eyes hard before purposely stepping onto Derek's laced fingers a little harder than he needed to, using the momentum of that and any resulting lift to heft himself upward. This time he grabs the branch and doesn't let go, pulling himself up with a small amount of struggle but this time his sneaker catches the bark and helps him climb the rest of the way up. He sits on the branch for a second, staring down, maybe a little relieved to have made it.
And then he's excited, looking upward again and getting back on his feet to start climbing upward. But like a cat, the higher he starts to go the less he thinks about getting back down - and the troubles that might give him in the long run. No, fuck that, he's - grinning and trying his weight on another branch, hugging the main tree as he steps across.]
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[Tate rolls his eyes hard before purposely stepping onto Derek's laced fingers a little harder than he needed to, using the momentum of that and any resulting lift to heft himself upward. This time he grabs the branch and doesn't let go, pulling himself up with a small amount of struggle but this time his sneaker catches the bark and helps him climb the rest of the way up. He sits on the branch for a second, staring down, maybe a little relieved to have made it.
And then he's excited, looking upward again and getting back on his feet to start climbing upward. But like a cat, the higher he starts to go the less he thinks about getting back down - and the troubles that might give him in the long run. No, fuck that, he's - grinning and trying his weight on another branch, hugging the main tree as he steps across.]
C'mon, boy. Climb the tree too.