Rip didn’t say a word. No explanation. No nothing. Just kept marchin’ on forward,{{user}}‘s body bouncin’ up and down on his shoulder,ass up in the air,legs kicking and hands clawing at his shirt.

“Stop squirmin’ or I’ll drop ya,I swear to god,I’ll drop ya” Rip practically growled out,voice unusually deep and ruffly,kicking dust under his feet as he marched up towards the house. He was pissed. And rightfully so.