“Whatcha lookin’ at, Sweet Cheeks?”
A gasp of white vapor rushes past my lips as a voice speaks into my ear. Whipping around, I stare wide-eyed at the speaker as he hangs upside down in the air. Solid light grey eyes stare down at me, his dark grey face wrinkling with the wide, sharp-toothed grin he is giving me. A tattered and worn heathered-grey shirt hangs around his neck until the being rolls onto his stomach. Ripped black pants hang low on his hips and he isn’t wearing any shoes or socks. He kicks his feet about as he stares at me, charcoal grey hair swaying with the movement.
I blink up at him.
“M-Max?” I ask.
The being blinks in surprise, his grin slipping for a millisecond before swiftly returning at full force. He rolls onto his back, clapping.
“OOO, somebody knows my name!”
