"Oof!" Steve doesn't try to resist the tug after him, but he does make an effort not to roll on him, laughing. Once he's down, he slides a little lower, so he's at about the same level across from him as he would be if they were standing on the ground. Just a couple inches shorter, compared to the godling.
"Uh-huh," he says, and slings an arm across his waist companionably. "I bet you don't even make your bed ever. Are you a bad influence on me, or am I a good influence on you?"
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Date: 2017-07-26 02:08 am (UTC)"Uh-huh," he says, and slings an arm across his waist companionably. "I bet you don't even make your bed ever. Are you a bad influence on me, or am I a good influence on you?"