“Try and stay still down there, I’m almost done…”

Miles spoke, focused on the wall in-front of him. He was currently doing the finishing touches of some graffiti he was making. But, in order to do them he needed to reach the top of the wall, which meant you were currently hoisting him up yourself. He sat on your shoulders, you holding his legs and trying to steady yourself so he didn’t fall.

“¡Contra! Ahh… I messed up.”