Max was leaning pretty far out, far enough he could see Mort disappear off into the night sky. Far enough that for a quick second his feet left the ground a little, and he swallowed a yelp of shock as his upper body teetered slightly forward. For a dizzying whirling moment, he could see the grounds directly below him -- dark, grassy, far down.
His fingers grabbed white-knuckled onto the window frame and he roughly pulled himself back just as he heard Cal say something about a 'not a brilliant idea'. Max's head roughly bumped up against the windowsill with a big thud.
"Ahiaaa," he groaned, fingers instantly snapped up to the painful spot on the back of his head. The boy threw a harrowing look over to the redhead, glowering at Cal as if this knock to the head was all his fault. It wasn't, obviously, but his smug comment still made Max mad. Well obviously falling to one's death the first day of school was not a good idea! He wasn't a dummy! Max checked his fingertips, swearing he expected to see blood there, but there wasn't -- just a throbbing developing lump, then.
The boy hurriedly pivoted away from the window and Cal and dropped to a seat on his bed with an angry huff. His hand still rubbed at that sore spot on his head. "The window stays open," he announced, not seeking the boy's approval because he didn't want to hear it. He probably already pissed Becks off now that the owl has gone off to snitch about how bad he was and how he didn't follow instructions (the man was weird, he could probably speak in fluent bird). The last thing he needed now was to lock the owl out of the room if he decides to come back from the goodness of its black little heart. Hand still to head, Max glanced around the room in the silent beat that followed.
"Where is your cat? Farragus or whatever?" He wanted to know, in case he should expect some cat claws on his face at night.
His fingers grabbed white-knuckled onto the window frame and he roughly pulled himself back just as he heard Cal say something about a 'not a brilliant idea'. Max's head roughly bumped up against the windowsill with a big thud.
"Ahiaaa," he groaned, fingers instantly snapped up to the painful spot on the back of his head. The boy threw a harrowing look over to the redhead, glowering at Cal as if this knock to the head was all his fault. It wasn't, obviously, but his smug comment still made Max mad. Well obviously falling to one's death the first day of school was not a good idea! He wasn't a dummy! Max checked his fingertips, swearing he expected to see blood there, but there wasn't -- just a throbbing developing lump, then.
The boy hurriedly pivoted away from the window and Cal and dropped to a seat on his bed with an angry huff. His hand still rubbed at that sore spot on his head. "The window stays open," he announced, not seeking the boy's approval because he didn't want to hear it. He probably already pissed Becks off now that the owl has gone off to snitch about how bad he was and how he didn't follow instructions (the man was weird, he could probably speak in fluent bird). The last thing he needed now was to lock the owl out of the room if he decides to come back from the goodness of its black little heart. Hand still to head, Max glanced around the room in the silent beat that followed.
"Where is your cat? Farragus or whatever?" He wanted to know, in case he should expect some cat claws on his face at night.
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magical set by mj <3
~ Max was raised in Italy and talks with a bit of an Italian accent / misses some English vocab/slang.