[ Yuri grunts as Flynn climbs him, bracing his core, his arms, holding on tight. His arms burn from the added weight, but he holds fast, the relief only coming when Flynn starts to hold his own weight.
He doesn't hesitate, squinting through the sand, grabbing the next wrung, and the next, pulling himself up with just his hands before his feet can find purchase. He maybe kicks Flynn in the gut trying to find a foothold, but doesn't have time or thought to apologize.
He barrels up, and up, and his arms are screaming at him, sand collecting in the bandana around his throat that he doesn't have time to get rid of.
There's sand on one of the rungs, and his hand slips, body slipping back down the ladder, hands running raw against the sides of it as he tries to get a hold again. His chin whacks into at least one rung. ]
Fuck!
[ He just barely manages to grab on again, cursing, shaking the sand out of his hair ]
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He doesn't hesitate, squinting through the sand, grabbing the next wrung, and the next, pulling himself up with just his hands before his feet can find purchase. He maybe kicks Flynn in the gut trying to find a foothold, but doesn't have time or thought to apologize.
He barrels up, and up, and his arms are screaming at him, sand collecting in the bandana around his throat that he doesn't have time to get rid of.
There's sand on one of the rungs, and his hand slips, body slipping back down the ladder, hands running raw against the sides of it as he tries to get a hold again. His chin whacks into at least one rung. ]
Fuck!
[ He just barely manages to grab on again, cursing, shaking the sand out of his hair ]