At least his newfound companion wasn’t giving him a terrible amount of grief for laying there, so Max focused on drawing in big gulpfulls of air to recover. Eventually he rolled from his splayed position on his stomach to his back, blinking tiredly up at the sky above. It wasn’t often they could see the wide open sky here in Hogsmeade, it was one of the reasons he preferred to be in the park. This was a rather nice view, now that he was here. From the corner of his eye he clocked the boy peering over the edge of the building, scanning just how close a call to capture they had.
Max wouldn’t ever say it, not now at least, but he was grateful. The last thing he needed was his father getting called back from his important business in American to get Max out of jail or an orphanage or something. That’s if he would even bother coming, a fact Max was reticent to put much confidence in.
The kid chuckled down at him and they blinked at each other, Max making no motion to move. He was fine laying right here, thanks. Couldn’t they just stay here? He had a hard time imagining the coppers clinging to pipes and clambering up to the rooftop. (The idea that adults had plenty of other means to get up on rooftops escaped him.)
The smell of something meaty and delicious wafted briefly in the air towards him, and he warily propped himself up on his elbows. He was not expecting to be offered a piece, and for a second he balked at the boy. Really? his eyebrow raise suggested. Then the kid looked irritated, giving him a harried smack that made the sausage bounce off the front of his clothes. Max’s surprise immediately turned into a faint scowl, though he quickly took the offering and put it between his teeth.
And oh. He didn’t have meat very often outside of school and this tasted like heaven. Mouth was watering from just a nibble, and Max took his time chewing and swallowing the first bite, big brown eyes finding his friend’s to confirm– rich people have the best sausages. Worth every heaving breath, though now he was thankful to find himself rejuvenated with newfound energy. Good timing, too– his companion nodded out across the roofs ahead of them, making it clear that they couldn’t stay much longer. Max took another big bite of his sausage and tucked the rest of it in the corner of his mouth for safekeeping as he came to a stand, ducking low to stand beside his partner in crime.
Who was… insane. He looked from them to the rooftop across the way and back to them, a big stitch forming between his brows. Did they mean to jump? That long way? …Were their little legs long enough to make it?
Max wouldn’t ever say it, not now at least, but he was grateful. The last thing he needed was his father getting called back from his important business in American to get Max out of jail or an orphanage or something. That’s if he would even bother coming, a fact Max was reticent to put much confidence in.
The kid chuckled down at him and they blinked at each other, Max making no motion to move. He was fine laying right here, thanks. Couldn’t they just stay here? He had a hard time imagining the coppers clinging to pipes and clambering up to the rooftop. (The idea that adults had plenty of other means to get up on rooftops escaped him.)
The smell of something meaty and delicious wafted briefly in the air towards him, and he warily propped himself up on his elbows. He was not expecting to be offered a piece, and for a second he balked at the boy. Really? his eyebrow raise suggested. Then the kid looked irritated, giving him a harried smack that made the sausage bounce off the front of his clothes. Max’s surprise immediately turned into a faint scowl, though he quickly took the offering and put it between his teeth.
And oh. He didn’t have meat very often outside of school and this tasted like heaven. Mouth was watering from just a nibble, and Max took his time chewing and swallowing the first bite, big brown eyes finding his friend’s to confirm– rich people have the best sausages. Worth every heaving breath, though now he was thankful to find himself rejuvenated with newfound energy. Good timing, too– his companion nodded out across the roofs ahead of them, making it clear that they couldn’t stay much longer. Max took another big bite of his sausage and tucked the rest of it in the corner of his mouth for safekeeping as he came to a stand, ducking low to stand beside his partner in crime.
Who was… insane. He looked from them to the rooftop across the way and back to them, a big stitch forming between his brows. Did they mean to jump? That long way? …Were their little legs long enough to make it?
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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.