"I guess I'll be forever doomed to be the worst at....dropping moss on people, then," Anthony lamented, leaning forward a bit to look at the streets below them, taking care as to not fall off.

"It's okay...." James said. He patted the man's back. "You can be my apprentice."

Anthony almost had a heart attack when James patted his back, thinking that he's going to push him off the roof. But, thankfully, it seemed that James didn't want to murder Anthony. "Truly? How very kind of you," he grinned.

James beamed. "But you have to do everything I say." He was the youngest at home. Nobody ever listened to him.

Anthony smiled. "Very well," he responded. Not like this kid would tell him to do any particularly bad things anyway.

Really? Awesome. "First of all, ye must buy me sweets."

Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Of course," he nodded sagely. "this is truly an urgent matter of the utmost importance." Having your lack of moss-dropping skills being exploited so that you have to buy a kid sweets doesn't sound that bad.

James grinned. He couldn't believe how soft this guy was. "Awesome... Now please."

"Don't be impatient," Anthiny said, leaning forward and looking at the ground, considering whether jumping off the roof is a better way of getting down from here than just taking the normal, less likely to break his legs route. After thinking hard about it for a few moments, he stood up. "well, are you going to stay on the roof or will I bring you back inside?" god be his witness he will get this boy his sweets

James held out his hands. "I want to go back inside." Anthony was definitely his servant now.