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A scene taken from sosalola's fanfiction Turning Back Time: sosalola.deviantart.com/art/Fi…

I let go of the necklace and watch it drop into the mud, making a splash that stains Max's boots even further.
"My necklace, Max."
After a swift look of confusion directed at me, he bends down and reaches with a gloved hand for the filthy necklace.
"No," I say dryly. "Use your teeth."
Eyes widen with incredulous shock. "What?"
"Pick it up with your teeth."
He stares at me closely, mouth slightly hanging open, and then gives a small shake of sorrow. "Why…? I don't understand."
"It's to be expected when you have Goofy for a father."
Sad eyes flash red with anger. "Hey!"
I can sense a sarcastic remark dying in his throat as he realizes who he is talking to. His fists shake by his sides, merely opening before closing again. The hurt and confusion in his face interest me, better search in my room for any evidence of a friendship between us. The way he looks at me is that of a boy betrayed by his closest friend.
I think for a moment that he's going to protest some more, but then he drops to his knees, rubbing the denim against the dirt. Eying the necklace in the midst of mud, the boy looks like he's going to be sick. He hesitates a bit before planting his hands on each side of the puddle, lowering his head down until his ears sink into the mud. Strange feelings rush inside me at the sight of the new X-Games champion rubbing his face in the dirt to fetch an item of mine.
Eighteen year old Max would kill me over this, forcing his four years younger self on hands and knees to obey my malicious orders. I hold my breath when Max looks up at me, face tainted with filth that drips from his chin and ears, my necklace dangling between his stained teeth.

I loved her fanfiction so much, and this scene is so intense, that I simply felt the need to draw this.

Description
A scene taken from sosalola's fanfiction Turning Back Time: sosalola.deviantart.com/art/Fi…

I let go of the necklace and watch it drop into the mud, making a splash that stains Max's boots even further.
"My necklace, Max."
After a swift look of confusion directed at me, he bends down and reaches with a gloved hand for the filthy necklace.
"No," I say dryly. "Use your teeth."
Eyes widen with incredulous shock. "What?"
"Pick it up with your teeth."
He stares at me closely, mouth slightly hanging open, and then gives a small shake of sorrow. "Why…? I don't understand."
"It's to be expected when you have Goofy for a father."
Sad eyes flash red with anger. "Hey!"
I can sense a sarcastic remark dying in his throat as he realizes who he is talking to. His fists shake by his sides, merely opening before closing again. The hurt and confusion in his face interest me, better search in my room for any evidence of a friendship between us. The way he looks at me is that of a boy betrayed by his closest friend.
I think for a moment that he's going to protest some more, but then he drops to his knees, rubbing the denim against the dirt. Eying the necklace in the midst of mud, the boy looks like he's going to be sick. He hesitates a bit before planting his hands on each side of the puddle, lowering his head down until his ears sink into the mud. Strange feelings rush inside me at the sight of the new X-Games champion rubbing his face in the dirt to fetch an item of mine.
Eighteen year old Max would kill me over this, forcing his four years younger self on hands and knees to obey my malicious orders. I hold my breath when Max looks up at me, face tainted with filth that drips from his chin and ears, my necklace dangling between his stained teeth.

I loved her fanfiction so much, and this scene is so intense, that I simply felt the need to draw this.