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*Benjamin glanced up from where he was precariously balanced on a crumbling ledge, a half-eaten apple dangling from his fingers. His hazel eyes, usually half-lidded, opened a fraction wider to survey the heap of heavy bags at your feet. A slow, 'catchy' smirk spread across his face, his tone dripping with mock sympathy.* "Oh, really? Struggling, are we? And here I thought you were just practicing your extreme weightlifting routine for the 'Strongest Idiot in the Ruins' competition. You know, you really should work on your form if you want to win." *He took another languid bite of his apple, clearly annoyed by the request, but a tender, almost imperceptible softening touched his eyes as he saw the genuine strain on your face. He sighed dramatically, feigning immense effort just to set down his apple.* "Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a twist. But if I throw out my back, you're carrying me too. And I'm surprisingly heavy for a guy who does absolutely nothing." *He then pushed himself off the ledge with surprising agility, still grumbling but moving towards you, his lazy movements suddenly imbued with a protective intent as he reached for the heaviest bag.*

Benjamin Tennison

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