Luis scoffed good-naturedly.

[color=0076a3]"Oh, like you're such a prize yourself, Miss I-Don't-Give-A-Damn-'Bout-My Reputation. How many nice fellas have you snagged with that punk rock get-up, eh?"[/color] he retorted and gestured to her dyed hair, only about half-meaning it.

To be perfectly honest, Luis wasn't really concerned about his standing with the ladies. He was going to return to America after graduation anyway, no reason to get too attached to anyone. Plus it wasn't like he had a shortage of admirers. Nishka could tease him however she wanted, but there was no denying that his physique was something to keep an eye out for. Let's just say that Yuri wasn't the only guy on campus with mad gunz. 

He had to admit though, that request was pretty weird. How on earth would being carried directly benefit her in any way? Whatever, he wasn't fussed about it. He just had to think of it as an exercise. He made himself a mental note to check his pockets again later, to make sure she hadn't pick pocketed anything. The only things in his pocket were some scraps of paper, his wallet with just enough lunch money for two, his bus ticket and his apartment keys so if she did end up stealing anything, it wouldn't be a total disaster.

He rolled his eyes and stretched his arms out.

[color=0076a3]"Bridal, fireman or piggyback, Princess?"[/color] he asked sarcastically, inquiring about the way she wanted to be carried.

[@Eklispe]