Max ran like a bat out of hell. Specifically, he zigzagged, because he supposed it was harder for a spell of any kind to hit him if he’s zigzagging. The boy bobbed under a table and half-dragged the cloth with him, letting a bunch of trays of something spill with significant crashes behind him. The yelling persisted but he wasn’t about to turn around and find out how close they were. Instead he dodged, kept his head close to the ground as he sprinted and caught sight of little feet of another kid right in front of him.
The kid moved into a narrow alley, and he followed. Their footsteps clattered on the cobblestones, as did hurried steps behind them– cazzo, they were being followed! Since Becks was off in the Americas earning money, and Uncle Tommy was off working by the ports in London, there wouldn’t even be anyone around to get him out of trouble.
Long legs took the extra sprint, catching up breathlessly to the kid he was running behind. He urgently tugged what he guessed was a boy’s vest. They were in this together, since they were both running– he motioned wildly down a set of narrow cobblestone stairs, twisty and turny branching off the alley they were on. For sure this ought to take them somewhere extra hidden.
Down the distance, a barking shout– based on the uniform, it looked like one of those constables racing to them from down the alley. Max wasted no time shoving past the kid down the stairs he motioned to.
The kid moved into a narrow alley, and he followed. Their footsteps clattered on the cobblestones, as did hurried steps behind them– cazzo, they were being followed! Since Becks was off in the Americas earning money, and Uncle Tommy was off working by the ports in London, there wouldn’t even be anyone around to get him out of trouble.
Long legs took the extra sprint, catching up breathlessly to the kid he was running behind. He urgently tugged what he guessed was a boy’s vest. They were in this together, since they were both running– he motioned wildly down a set of narrow cobblestone stairs, twisty and turny branching off the alley they were on. For sure this ought to take them somewhere extra hidden.
Down the distance, a barking shout– based on the uniform, it looked like one of those constables racing to them from down the alley. Max wasted no time shoving past the kid down the stairs he motioned to.
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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.