Anthony yelped as he was hoisted into the air, not having expected that. "Put me down, you little brat." While he was still over Ioan's shoulder, for the few seconds that had lasted, Anthony kicked and flailed his legs in protest. "I'm older, I demand you put me down!" He fell with another grunt onto the bed.
"Show-off." He faked a pout and folded his arms over his chest. He was up and out of the bed, following Ioan into the loo. Whatever was going on in there, it wasn't like he hadn't seen it before. "I don't have a change of clothes. Or a toothbrush." He grinned, lopsided at Ioan.