Shura
Pounce Ninja
Iris blushed lightly as she was picked up. She rested her head against his shoulder getting a strong whiff of his scent mixed with tobacco and dessert sand, some kind of fluttering started up in her stomach and she felt a bit nervous. She smiled softly at his quiet words "I see..." she muttered softly. "Well you the first person I've let carry me... it's always kind of freaked me out..."