"I can't see over the crowd…"
The Reaper pouted slightly, shoulders slouching down as his gaze shifted to the taller boy beside him—Soul had taking him out to the town parade that happened once a year, just something to honor the city, they had music, neat acts, food, and floats—Just a time to hang out and have fun.
Though sadly, practically the whole city attended it, meaning the crowds were big.
And Kid was still the shortest of the group. He blamed it on being a Reaper—Aging slower and growing slower, so, eventually he'd probably over height the other's, but not yet.
Crimson hues shifted down to the Meister, a small chuckle passing before he crouched down, nudging his head as a sign for the other to get on his back.
Blinking a few times the Reaper was confused at first—Was he messing around or did he really mean it? And by the looks of it, he meant it. A tint of pink spread over his cheeks before he fidgeted slightly, moving to the back of the scythe before climbing up on his back, though, being shifted up slightly by the weapon to where he sat on his shoulders, legs being held by the other as he ducked his head down to rest his chin atop the white mess of hair.
Well—At least he could actually see the parade now.
Letting out a soft sigh he rested his hands to the other's head to, a bright smile to his features.
"Thanks, Soul."
The weapon chuckled slightly, nodding a little as a small smile shown to his own features—Luckily enough Kid was pretty light, so it was easy to hold him up and such. Even if not, he would have found someway for the Reaper to enjoy his time.
"Yeah, no problem."