*places Carlos by Max* he’s drinking alcoholic beverages

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*he groaned, pulling his hood up*

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*he gently shook his head, looking at the ground*

It’s okay Max – you’re allowed to have one.

t-thanks but i-i don’t need one..

*nods* Okay then. If you’re sure. *he puts the tissues back in his pocket*

*he loosely hugged himself, unsure what to say*

*Carlos put a hand on his shoulder.* Why don’t you head to your tent and take the day off?

*he flinched slightly when Carlos brought his hand up* o-okay..

Alright. Would you like me to walk you there? *he notice the flinch, but he’d acted too quickly to abort the touch that was meant to be reassuring. He thought that Max would probably appreciate it if it weren’t pointed out.*

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Oh- um… Hi.

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“Who the fuck are you?” Ryan is in the middle of trying on a bikini and doesn’t quite have the straps tied.

“Oh shi – Goddamn grey-faces!” Carlos quickly turned away so that he was no longer looking. “Sorry. Hi. I didn’t mean to drop in like this.”

Ryan snorts and finishes tying up the bikini. “I don’t blame you. You can look now.” The scars on his forearms were glaringly obvious and Ryan ran a hand over them. Well, so much for his date. Time to make the worlds worst first impression.

Carlos sighed lowly and turned around. Once he got a good look at the kid in front of him though, he frowned. “I think someone lied to me,” he said suddenly – seemingly out of nowhere.

“How so?” Ryan raised a brow and crossed his arms defensively. This whole situation was weird.

“THe grey-faces said that you were, like, Ahava’s older sibling. That you were responsible for him – you’re still a kid yourself. How old are you exactly?”

Ryan tensed. “Sixteen. I know I look eleven but I’m just short. Also, Ahava goes by they/them pronouns.” She narrowed her eyes.

Carlos was startled. “Oh.” But he nodded, acknowledging the mistake.“Excuse me. I apologize.”

Ryan nodded, accepting the apology warily. “So, why am I here exactly? Because all I’m getting is that you have very little knowledge of my relationship with Ahava…”

“I was told that you’re in charge of Ahava, and then was brought here. I have some concerns about them, but I”m not sure if you’re the right person to bring it up to…”

A bit belatedly he realized something. “Um, before we go on… I’m Carlos. I’m a parent to a couple of kids at a nearby camp.” He gingerly offers his hand to shake.

Ryan hesitated before shaking Carlos’ hand firmly. “Ryan. But you probably knew that. I go to camp scambell. Any of your kids go there?” Well shit. Another fucking parent.

“If you mean ‘Camp Campbell’, then yes,” Carlos said. He sighed and gave Ryan a very serious look. “Look, my kids are ten years old. And Ahava gave one of them alcohol.”

“You are very mistaken if you think I have any authority at all over Ahava.” Ryan glared, tense again. “So, tell me why you’ve decided to bring your grievances to me. Make a good case, and make it quick. I still wanna go on my date.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow at the kid. She(?) had a big vocabulary for someone her(?) age, and Carlos honestly found it pretty admirable. “Well, honestly, I was misinformed. So I’m sorry for causing you inconvenience. I’m just going to talk to my kid again about their part in this and that will be that.”

Ryan raised a challenging eyebrow back. “Control what you can. I get it. For your piece of mind, I watched Ahava dump out their booze. Also, I’d never outright say you’re a shitty parent but… no parent who actually cares about their children sends them to camp scambell.”

Carlos sighed. “Well, I”m not the kids’ only… parent,” he said. “Definitely not the sole custody holder of either of them. Um, I hope Ahava does better, for their own sake. Sorry for taking up your time.”

“It’s fine. You’re trying to protect your own. Hopefully we never need to talk again. Bye now.”

Carlos nodded. “Again, sorry for taking up your time.” Carlos then turned to leave. He promised himself (not for the first time) To never let the grey-faces do anything “for” him again.

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Why the hell – Max? Max, where are you buddy? I need to know how you’re feeling.

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*he groaned softly, leaning his head against the window*

*Carlos smiled slightly* Sorry, Max.

yeah well.. i don’t really have a use for a truck yet anyway

Someday, though. It’ll be a great responsibility.

maybe, maybe not, who knows really?

*chuckles*

Hey, is your seatbelt on? I just remembered…

*he pulled the belt back before letting it hit his chest* yup!

Nice. Atta boy. We’ll be at the store soon. Do you want to listen to some music?

*he shrugs slightly* i guess

What kind of music do you like?

i don’t really listen to alot of music..

Ah, okay. Well, do you want to give some a try? I think kids like that dubstep stuff these days… I might have some.

*he shrugged slightly* yeah i guess

*nods and hits the listening button on his car* Hey Google – Play Dubstep on Pandora.

*places Carlos by Max* he’s drinking alcoholic beverages

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*he groaned, pulling his hood up*

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*he gently shook his head, looking at the ground*

It’s okay Max – you’re allowed to have one.

t-thanks but i-i don’t need one..

*nods* Okay then. If you’re sure. *he puts the tissues back in his pocket*

*he loosely hugged himself, unsure what to say*

*Carlos put a hand on his shoulder.* Why don’t you head to your tent and take the day off?

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Why the hell – Max? Max, where are you buddy? I need to know how you’re feeling.

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*he groaned softly, leaning his head against the window*

*Carlos smiled slightly* Sorry, Max.

yeah well.. i don’t really have a use for a truck yet anyway

Someday, though. It’ll be a great responsibility.

maybe, maybe not, who knows really?

*chuckles*

Hey, is your seatbelt on? I just remembered…

*he pulled the belt back before letting it hit his chest* yup!

Nice. Atta boy. We’ll be at the store soon. Do you want to listen to some music?

*he shrugs slightly* i guess

What kind of music do you like?

i don’t really listen to alot of music..

Ah, okay. Well, do you want to give some a try? I think kids like that dubstep stuff these days… I might have some.

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Oh- um… Hi.

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“Who the fuck are you?” Ryan is in the middle of trying on a bikini and doesn’t quite have the straps tied.

“Oh shi – Goddamn grey-faces!” Carlos quickly turned away so that he was no longer looking. “Sorry. Hi. I didn’t mean to drop in like this.”

Ryan snorts and finishes tying up the bikini. “I don’t blame you. You can look now.” The scars on his forearms were glaringly obvious and Ryan ran a hand over them. Well, so much for his date. Time to make the worlds worst first impression.

Carlos sighed lowly and turned around. Once he got a good look at the kid in front of him though, he frowned. “I think someone lied to me,” he said suddenly – seemingly out of nowhere.

“How so?” Ryan raised a brow and crossed his arms defensively. This whole situation was weird.

“THe grey-faces said that you were, like, Ahava’s older sibling. That you were responsible for him – you’re still a kid yourself. How old are you exactly?”

Ryan tensed. “Sixteen. I know I look eleven but I’m just short. Also, Ahava goes by they/them pronouns.” She narrowed her eyes.

Carlos was startled. “Oh.” But he nodded, acknowledging the mistake.“Excuse me. I apologize.”

Ryan nodded, accepting the apology warily. “So, why am I here exactly? Because all I’m getting is that you have very little knowledge of my relationship with Ahava…”

“I was told that you’re in charge of Ahava, and then was brought here. I have some concerns about them, but I”m not sure if you’re the right person to bring it up to…”

A bit belatedly he realized something. “Um, before we go on… I’m Carlos. I’m a parent to a couple of kids at a nearby camp.” He gingerly offers his hand to shake.

Ryan hesitated before shaking Carlos’ hand firmly. “Ryan. But you probably knew that. I go to camp scambell. Any of your kids go there?” Well shit. Another fucking parent.

“If you mean ‘Camp Campbell’, then yes,” Carlos said. He sighed and gave Ryan a very serious look. “Look, my kids are ten years old. And Ahava gave one of them alcohol.”

“You are very mistaken if you think I have any authority at all over Ahava.” Ryan glared, tense again. “So, tell me why you’ve decided to bring your grievances to me. Make a good case, and make it quick. I still wanna go on my date.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow at the kid. She(?) had a big vocabulary for someone her(?) age, and Carlos honestly found it pretty admirable. “Well, honestly, I was misinformed. So I’m sorry for causing you inconvenience. I’m just going to talk to my kid again about their part in this and that will be that.”

Ryan raised a challenging eyebrow back. “Control what you can. I get it. For your piece of mind, I watched Ahava dump out their booze. Also, I’d never outright say you’re a shitty parent but… no parent who actually cares about their children sends them to camp scambell.”

Carlos sighed. “Well, I”m not the kids’ only… parent,” he said. “Definitely not the sole custody holder of either of them. Um, I hope Ahava does better, for their own sake. Sorry for taking up your time.”

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“Exactly.” He repeated, and nodded with a smile to Carlos.

That took Carlos by surprise and, unable to stop it, a laugh escaped him.

“Is everyone done eating?” Edwardo asked.

“I am,” Mikey said, already gathering up his dishes to wheel over to the basin for washing.

“I am as well, thank you.” Newt said with a smile. “I can help with the dishes, it’s the least I can do for you feeding me.”

“That’s not necessary, Newt – you’re a guest,” Edwardo told him with a smile.

With Mikey’s hands full, his chair rolled away from the table and he put his dishes in the basin. Carlos pulled out his wand to cast some preservation charms over the leftover food. He then had the dishes covered and levitated over to the icebox.

Newt smiled softly, watching as Mikey carried off the dishes – finally noticing the chair moving on its own and watching in fascination.

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smiled softly, watching as Mikey carried off the dishes – finally
noticing the chair moving on its own and watching in fascination.

Carlos cleaned off some stains from the table cloth and vanished any crumbs left behind. Edwardo started to stand up.

“Papi,
siéntate,” Carlos told him. “We’ve got it.”

Edwardo chuckled. “You boys never let me do anything anymore.”

“Damn right, Pops,” Mikey said as he started to wash his dishes. “Carlos – send over the other dishes so I can clean them.”

“Sure, sure,” Carlos said and he pointed to his dishes with a slight smirk. “Scourgify,” he whispered as he drew the wand in an ‘s’ shape. One by one the dishes he charmed were cleaned. Only then did he start sending the dishes over to Mikey, which earned him an indignant squawk and a loud “CARLOS!”

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*he groaned softly, leaning his head against the window*

*Carlos smiled slightly* Sorry, Max.

yeah well.. i don’t really have a use for a truck yet anyway

Someday, though. It’ll be a great responsibility.

maybe, maybe not, who knows really?

*chuckles*

Hey, is your seatbelt on? I just remembered…

*he pulled the belt back before letting it hit his chest* yup!

Nice. Atta boy. We’ll be at the store soon. Do you want to listen to some music?

*he shrugs slightly* i guess

What kind of music do you like?

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☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder

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?

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quietly. “Do you not have chips in America?” He asked curiously.

Carlos shook his head. “No. But my dad will sometimes dice potatoes and cook them in a pan with a little oil. He likes to add a little garlic along with the salt. They’re not as crispy as these are though. These are delightful – and dry enough to eat with your hands.”

Newt smiled, and nodded, beginning to nibble more on his chips. “How could you live without chips there?” He asked jokingly.

Carlos smiled slightly. “Well, My dad’s a pretty good cook, so we manage alright. But I think you already know that.” He winked at Newt teasingly.

“Your dad is an amazing cook.” He agreed happily, nodding. “I’ve been missing that pastry, actually.” He said with a chuckle. “I forgot to get that recipe.”

Carlos nodded. “I’d owl him for you, but it’d take the entirety of my trip,” Carlos said regretfully. “Maybe I can owl it to you later.”