There was a child standing there, looking absolutely confused- “wha-?? ”, they see the ask, “oh fuck no-”, they go to leave
“Whoa- wait!” Carlos reached out and grabbed the kid’s arm. He wasn’t trying to hurt him, only stop him. “Hold on – I need to have a very serious discussion with you!”
Ahava stopped when Carlos grabbed his arm, sighing softly and pausing in their attempt to leave , “what do you want to discuss?”, they question , still seeming tense and ready to run if needed
“Are you giving alcohol to kids younger than you?” Carlos asked him seriously. He let go of the kid’s arm. “To one of my kids?”
“….. I was drunk outside of my tent, which was a major mistake. Otherwise I wouldn’t have given anyone else any. ”, Ahava simply replied, taking a step back from the stranger.
Carlos just folded his arms with a deep frown. “You shouldn’t be drinking either,” he said. “Where are your parents? Your guardians?”
Carlos smiled sheepishly, squirming just a little under the appraisal. He gripped Hancock’s arms gently, wanting to pull him into a hug.
“I’ve been looking for an excuse,” Carlos admitted. “I saw this and just… I really had to have it. I was really hoping that you’d like it… though, that might be funny to say I guess. “
“I love it.” He purred and leaned in for another soft kiss. “Should I get changed too? I think I might have something laying around here somewhere.”
Carlos looked at him. “You have something other than the frock?” he asked. He then added quickly, “That was meant to be a joke.” He sighed. “I… I mean, you don’t have to. I’m not going to make you. Do you… do you want to?” Carlos didn’t mind either way, but he had to admit that seeing Hancock in something else was at least a little bit intriguing.
hey Carlos.. *he muttered, figuring the other already knew*
I know what the anon said, but do you want to tell me yourself what’s going on?
.. i don’t know.. *he put his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground*
Max, I’m not angry. Disappointed, but not angry. I want to help you do better. Where are you getting it?
i’m not gonna throw him under the bus like that.. *he sighs softly*
Max, this isn’t about throwing someone under the bus. THis is about your health and safety. I need you to tell me.
my health and safety are fine Carlos, i don’t get why you care so much about something like me..
Max, drinking is not healthy. Especially at your age. I know I don’t need to point that out to you, but I want you to see how what you’re saying doesn’t make any sense. Do you still have any alcohol?
.. no, i don’t have any more… *he glanced away, half mumbling again*
You’re absolutely sure, Max? I’m not accusing you of lying – I just want you to be sure.
Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
“Oh, Okay Then, I Guess..” he glanced away, unsure what to say
Carlos felt a little bad about it – he didn’t want to be seem pushy, but there were some things he just didn’t want to see. Then, of course, there were the children in the camps surrounding the area. THe police really didn’t need to be called.
“Hey… you hungry? We can head back to my tent and get something to eat. I’ve got some food.”
he smiled, wings twitching slightly “Sure! I haven’t since last night..” he got up, almost forgetting about the coat
Carlos got up after him, grabbing the coat. He hastily tied it around Drake’s waist into sort of a poor tunic-type thing. “I can offer you some shorts and a shirt too. It’ll be a bit more comfortable and… socially acceptable than this.”
Newt had been walking down the street, case in hand when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He paused, not sure who was there, but he turned to see–
“Carlos?” He asked in disbelief. It had been ages since he’d last seen the man. What were the chances of seeing him again?
“Of course – I don’t mind at all.” Newt replied, shaking his head.
Carlos couldn’t help the grin spreading on his face. “Wow… thanks Newt. I can’t wait to see them.”
Newt smiled warmly, though he glanced up as their food floated over to them.
Carlos looked over his shoulder where Newt was looking and grinned again. “Oh good… the grub’s here!”
Newt nodded, smiling happily at the sight of the fish and chips. “Hopefully you enjoy it.” He said to him.
“Thank you,” Carlos returned. He picked up his napkin and set it down in his lap. He took a knife and fork and began to try out the sausage. He Took a bite and chewed, maybe a bit louder than strictly preferred, as he contemplated the taste. It wasn’t as hot or spicy as some of the pork foods his dad cooked – it was salty and almost sweet. But that didn’t mean it was bad. Yeah, he liked it pretty well.
“Much
more the former than the latter.” Newt replied. “Both he and his
fiancée are involved with the ministry, so they tend to stay there.”
“Ah, I see,” Edwardo said. “I suppose devotion to one’s work runs in your family, doesn’t it?” He smiled kindly at Newt.
“I suppose it does.” He nodded, smiling in return. “My mum must have passed that onto us. My father was a hard working man as well.”
“What does your father do?” Edwardo asked, leaning forward in his seat with an elbow on the table in interest.
Carlos wondered mildly if Edwardo was going to poke Newt for every bit of information about himself. He didn’t look like he was in any hurry to stop, so Carlos decided to do a little clean-up. He slid his wand from his sleeve and flicked it toward some of the dishes on the stove to move them to the sink. Just for the fun of it though he also charmed a napkin near his brother to come up and dab at some of the crumbs that stuck in the younger man’s mustache.
Mikey jumped, a little surprised, and stared at his brother with an almost offended pout, to which Carlos just smirked cheekily.
“He was an auror as well.” Newt replied with a soft smile.
He watched as the dishes began to float away, though he chuckled as he caught sight of Mikey’s reaction to the floating napkin.
“I see,” Edwardo said. “Well, if you don’t mind me saying, it seems that you’re not the only one in your family to lead an exciting life.”
There was a child standing there, looking absolutely confused- “wha-?? ”, they see the ask, “oh fuck no-”, they go to leave
“Whoa- wait!” Carlos reached out and grabbed the kid’s arm. He wasn’t trying to hurt him, only stop him. “Hold on – I need to have a very serious discussion with you!”
Ahava stopped when Carlos grabbed his arm, sighing softly and pausing in their attempt to leave , “what do you want to discuss?”, they question , still seeming tense and ready to run if needed
“Are you giving alcohol to kids younger than you?” Carlos asked him seriously. He let go of the kid’s arm. “To one of my kids?”
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