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"Hey, is it ever this fucking hot in England?"

New York City in summer was just several degrees above hell. He wasn't sure if laying around in their apartment, or wondering around in the hot streets, reeking of too many smells and too many bodies.

Max had had a lot of issues with too many bodies lately. He stopped his brain before it went too far down that line.

Looking over at the other man, he tilted his head back so he could see him with the least amount of effort possible. A busted fan someone had bought somewhere blew air across his skin, but it wasn't doing much use. All the windows were open, and nobody else was home, but the sweat was still pooling between his bare back and the couch.

He couldn't wait for fall.

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"Never," Jude replied from his corner, stretching lazily. He would draw, but that required moving and it would defeat the purpose of trying to stay cool.

"I dunno how you can stand it, I don't want to even have clothes on." Well. Less clothes than his current state of dress, which was really just jeans and boxers. "Ugh."

"I feel you man." He flung his arm out for his pack of cigarettes, and then decided that wasn't anything he wanted to experiences right now. The thought of adding more heat to this situation was a foul one.

"Man at least at home we had watering holes. Down here we gotta steal damn a fire hydrant from some kids."

"We had the ocean, at home," he said lazily. "Not that I ever really went in it, too bloody cold. An' probably dirty."

There was a pause. "Maybe we should steal a fire hydrant from some kids." There was an interesting idea. "I mean, it's a whole lotta water, they could use it too. And we've got tools an' shit."

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"Well, technically, we have the ocean to if you want to pick up some communicable diseases."

He laughed lazily, before pausing at Jude's suggestion. It was a stupid, throw away idea...but. But. They DID have tools. It was true.

And think of the children.

He rolled to the side, popping up off the couch with renewed energy. "I got the hammer."

Obviously any mischief was for the children. That was an excellent excuse. Probably not a viable one, but hey, they could run or something if any cops came around. In any case, it was enough motivation to get Jude on his feet and searching for a wrench or something of the like.

"D'you know where the hell the toolbox wandered off to?"

"Check under the dresser." He called from under the layers of the t-shirt he was pulling on.

He had no idea why it was there, but he was solidly certain he saw it last time he was crashed out on the floor. Then again he wasn't exactly in the state of the mind to be remembering things well last time he was crashed on the floor.

Tugging the shirt down over his stomach, he moved over to help Jude look.

"Any luck?"

"Mmm. It's back there, yeah." The problem is, it's a bit further back than he would like it to be, so Jude's had to get down on hands and knees to try and reach it.

"It's back against the wall, can you try an' reach?"

"Aw, geeze. Move, ya dirty limey."

He sprawled out on the floor next to him, laughing as he did, and groping down under the dresser, trying to navigate around Jude's body in the narrow space to get the tool.

"Holy shit, does this go to Narnia?" He scooted forward, his shirt hooking up as he wiggled up against it, before his fingers finally curled around it. "Got it...shit."

He grunted as his head made contact with the underside of the dresser.

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