Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Not a bad idea," he decided. "but can you even get up on the roof? With your leg and all?" Or will he have to carry him again.

He would. "You could carry me."

Goddamnit. Anthony sighed. "Fine, I'll carry you," he declared.

James beamed. "Great!" He climbed on Anthony's back.

Ah. Instant regret. However, Anthony didn't protest to James climbing onto his back, allowing it. "Well, let's go, then," he stood up with great difficulty and started walking, making his way to the rooftop after a bit of time because james has no fucking idea how to describe this scene.

After some time, they were on the roof and ready to throw rocks at tourists. Awesome.

James leaned over the edge, with a small piece of moss from the roof in his hand. When a lady passed by, he dropped it, and quickly pulled back.

Anthony couldn't help but laugh when James dropped the piece of moss on some unsuspecting woman. "Don't fall," he said, holding onto James' arm as the latter pulled back from the edge. The last thing he wants is for this kid to die.

James grinned widely when Anthony laughed. "I wont fall. I'm clever," he said. There was a shriek from below.

"Well, if you say so," Anthony said, but even so didn't let go of James. Despite trying a bit to save face, Anthony giggled at the shriek from below, imagining some poor woman just getting hit by moss thrown from god-knows-where. Is this how parents bond with their children? It should be. "good throw." He praised, even though it was less a throw and more just....dropping it. Whatever.

"Now it's your turn," James said, and he handed Anthony a piece of moss. "Don't fall."