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"Uh- W-what?" Maxie half-glanced at the other boy, his eyes darting from his face to the cabinet drawer and back. It was empty. Was he.... Was he supposed to refill it?? Maxie didn't get what the other boy was implying and besides he really- and erm, he really needded to go- Erm. "I d-don't know- erm- e-e-excuse me!" And like that Maximiliion Barton Anderson-Belfort pratically leaped to the next open toilet and sat upside down on the pristine seat to er-
Well.
Erm...
Read a newspaper.
Which he managed just well and fine and all. Relieved, but still slightly weirded out by the other boy, Maxie decided he would just remain in here until he left and avoid that awkward confrontation all together. Musing over this, Maxie reached out for a square to spare and-
Oh.
Oh No.
ohNO.
Maxie pulled the cardboard roll right off and stared bleakly - miserably at the remains. This was not the worst thing that had happened to him by far (looking at you, Ronan Wallace) but it was genuinly bad. He had a choice. He could live here forever and always or he could ask that other boy for a roll and actually live out the rest of his life despite this terrible hiccup.
Both seemed equally tempting. Maxie worried his lip, his fingers twisting and turning the cardboard roll anxiously as he sat through his indecision.
Toilet forever or awkward exchange? Toilet Forever or AWkWard Exchange-
"Uhm- " The word was out before the Hufflepuff had properly made a choice (wasn't that just the way?), clear and uncomfortably loud in the quiet bathroom. "T-There's... T-There's.... N-N-no... " The cardboard roll was now, somehow, a cardboard ball. "P-p-p- Roll, in here." He said, his sentence punctuated with an unhappy sigh.
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