[Normally, Devero wouldn't consider doing this kind of lift without a spotter, or even outside of a gym at all. And if it had been just him and Madoka here, he probably wouldn't have tried. He would have made an excuse to use a smaller rock, or found something else entirely to do.
But it's not just the two of them. A certain blond-haired priest has slipped into the courtyard, perching on a piece of rubble back against a wall to watch this spectacle himself. Koumyou Sanzo doesn't say or do anything to bring attention to himself-- Madoka might not even notice he's there-- but when Devero meets his eyes briefly, the priest offers the big guy a thumbs up.
Before getting started, Devero takes a moment to smile reassuringly at Madoka.] I will, I promise. I have excellent form.
[He examines the stone again, determining the best place to get a grip on the thing. Going to one knee beside it, he braces himself and hauls the big chunk up and over his shoulders, the muscles in his arms straining and standing out as he does so.
He actually has to stop there to get used to the weight and catch his breath. Give him a second, kids.]
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But it's not just the two of them. A certain blond-haired priest has slipped into the courtyard, perching on a piece of rubble back against a wall to watch this spectacle himself. Koumyou Sanzo doesn't say or do anything to bring attention to himself-- Madoka might not even notice he's there-- but when Devero meets his eyes briefly, the priest offers the big guy a thumbs up.
Before getting started, Devero takes a moment to smile reassuringly at Madoka.] I will, I promise. I have excellent form.
[He examines the stone again, determining the best place to get a grip on the thing. Going to one knee beside it, he braces himself and hauls the big chunk up and over his shoulders, the muscles in his arms straining and standing out as he does so.
He actually has to stop there to get used to the weight and catch his breath. Give him a second, kids.]