The world is spiraling for Kyrie as Ian carries him like a sack of potatoes. Without any orientation of where he is heading, he turns quiet while resisting his motion sickness. Kyrie lets out the breath that he has held in when Ian finally stops. Under the shadows cast by the canopy of leaves above, Ian lowers Kyrie down to the uneven surface of a giant tree's branch.
From the motion sickness and the suddenness of Ian acting up, Kyrie has forgotten the complete speech that he has prepared to excuse that monstrocious letter.
"I was drunk when I wrote that," Kyrie nibbles on his lower lip, trying to remember at least a sentence for the speech that he prepared.
Ian smirks, "Ah, the letter…."
Kyrie starts stepping back for safety precautions while Ian tries to close their distance.
"The list of physical and emotional compensation that you wrote…."
Kyrie pouts while observing how Ian tries to hold his laughter by pressing his lips together.
