Send “Hyuup!” for my muse‘s reaction to being picked up bridal style by yours.
Seras’ eyes went wide as she was lifted from the floor. A high pitched squeak passing her lips as whoever it was lifted her into a bridal style carry. Blue eyes shifted from a look of surprise to one of fear as she realized it was Father Anderson. She was quick to realize that she was as good as dead in his arms. While she had half a mind to writhe in an attempted escape, she did not act upon it. knowing that he was more than capable of keeping her in place if a struggle was made. “F-father….” was all she was able to stutter Before crossing her arms over her chest. A rather sad attempt in shielding herself from whatever cold possibly be impaled with.