He wasn't even worried about falling until James told him not to. Shit. At any rate, Anthony took the moss with a nod as if this was serious business and not just them throwing things at people for fun. "I won't," he said, looking down from the roof. As another person passed by, he dropped it, and leaned forward whether to see if he hit them or not. He did not.

James leaned over the edge to watch. "That was quite bad," he commented.

Getting taunted and criticized by a nine year old was not something he had thought would happen. But honestly, at this point, he should've already known it would happen. "It was," Anthony pursed his lips and nodded. "maybe you're just so good at this that I can't even be a bit as good as you." nice save

"You can't," James stated. Better say it like it is.

Alright, so that backfired. "Yeah. Which is why I said that."

James nodded, just to make the point once more.

Anthony suddenly felt much more self-conscious about his 'dropping moss on people' abilities. "Yeah." he nodded.

James took another piece of moss, and as if fate was out to annoy Anthony, when he dropped it, it hit a gentleman. The boy pulled back and grinned at Anthony.

He leaned forward as James dropped the moss, looking to see where it had landed. It had landed on some poor guy just walking there. Anthony nodded in defeat. 

"How can I begin to even compare to your greatness?" he deadpanned.

Activate cockiness in three. two. one. "You can't." James stated.