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Atlas wasn't entirely in the mood to put on gloves, truth be told. He had found that he just worked better without them and he would just deal with the ramifications of whatever came from that - which explained why his hands were a bit rough and sometimes like they could use a good soak in moisturizer. Unless it was some scalding, then he wasn't as foolishly stubborn about things. But when it came to this sort of thing...he just found that gloves hindered his productivity and they, frankly, just got in the way. So when Lisa was offering him a metaphorical olive branch a pair of gloves, his response was an immediate shake of the head for no before considering things a bit and turning a complete 180 on his thought process. "Yeah, thanks," he replied while rubbing said hands together to warm them up a bit before accepting the gloves and pulling his wand out from his pocket holster. "Hold still with those a sec?" Wand out, Atlas performed a little swish and tap on Lisa's gloves before shifting his attention to his own. "Prehenso." The gloves were already supposed to help with grip...but a little extra assistance from a Gripping Charm couldn't hurt anything.
"Yup," he nodded. He might not be able to actually do any heavy lifting himself, but he knew the physics behind it. "Feet shoulder shoulder-width, bend at the knees, keep your back as straight as possible, and just...hug the pot like you're hugging your brother after not seeing him for a long while." That was meant to be a guide for Lisa seeing as Atlas knew just how close the Nam family was but it was also...well...anyway. ANYWAY. " Once we get the pot lifted off the ground, we'll just have to walk our hands under to the bottom to make it easier."
Taking a steadying breath and making sure that his own feet were firmly planted, the seventh year looked over the top of the pot to Lisa. "On the count of three then. Unu...doi.........trei!"
Oops. How did you get in there, Romanian?
Yes, the increase in volume WAS necessary considering how bloody heavy this stupid pot was.
Grunting and gritting his teeth slightly as he began to lift, he mentally groaned as Nora chose NOW of all times to decide to come back and acknowledge his earlier words. "Can we...talk about..." he muttered, voice a bit strained as he continued to lift and adjust his hands into a better position towards, hopefully, the bottom of the pot. "...this a little later, Nora? Kind of...busy here..."
Yeah, busy trying not to drop this pot on Lisa or his own foot. Maybe he should have started with a smaller pot and not his ego.
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