Moving- at Lee's [Open to Lee, Roosevelt]

His dad would've lent him the store van but there was no point when Lee lived so close and there was often very little in the way of parking round hers. Which of course meant that they were carrying the table. The really heavy, beautifully polished, wooden games table that Lincoln had made for Lee. And which Lincoln was currently using his best friend's muscles to help move.

Muscles straining as he carried the table down the street, Lincoln let out an unholy grunt before he let out a panic stricken down. Placing the table carefully down, Lincoln wiped his brow and leaned on the table as they took a quick break.

"I know, I know... next time I'll make it lighter. Or get the others to pick it up themselves." Lincoln muttered, knowing Roosevelt was probably going to kill him. Looking up at his best friend, he gave him his apparently irresistible puppy look so that his friend wouldn't kill him too much. "I'll give Lee a text and say we're here."

Texting Lee, Lincoln waited for her to come down and direct them up.


OOC: Free for all? Or Roosevelt/Lee/Lincoln? Or however you want just lemme know.