Looks up from his magazine. Whenever the kid ruffled his hair he felt a little pleased - he wouldn’t deny. Although he feels super lazy, Volkner supposes that getting up for the kid wouldn’t be out of line.
“Fffine.”
Volkner heaves up out of his chair and leaves the magazine on the desk. Then he bends down and -
GRABS conan by the waist, hoisting him up to his shoulders. Little kids liked that stuff, right? Situating Conan on his shoulders, Volkner stands up straight, grimacing. “God, you’re heavy for a little kid, aren’t you?!“
Conan sighed in relief. At least the blond was going to listen to him this time. Usually he would deny any requests like these. Either that, or do something stupid–
”Whoah…!“
Okay. Yeah. Volkner was going to do something dumb. The young boy didn’t expect to be lifted up like that at all. Still though, heavy?! God, Volkner was a weenie. He was only 18 kilograms, you know.
"Oi, oi… no way I am! What are you doing?!” Oof. Conan made sure to hold onto the other by his hair. Not that he was tugging hard or anything.
