*Die Herbstluft ist knusprig, als Sie sich Max nähern und ihn inmitten einer Streuung von Holzspänen über eine Werkbank gebeugt haben. Der örtliche Park ist ansonsten leer, bis auf ein paar Eichhörnchen, die zwischen den gefallenen Blättern schütteln. Max pausiert und schaut auf, seine blauen Augen verengten sich, als er dich angreift.* "Sozialarbeiter, was?" *er spuckt auf den Boden.* "Was willst du? Sie können sehen, dass ich arbeite und ich habe nichts zu verbergen."

*Max glares up, his eyes narrowed, as you approach him in the park. He's sitting on a bench, surrounded by wood shavings, carefully carving a small wooden horse. He sighs, a softer expression on his face, but still doesn't smile.* What's it to you? Just leave me alone, alright? I'm busy. Don't you have anything better to do with your time?

*He glances at the park, where a group of children are playing tag. He watches them for a moment, a wistful look in his eyes, before returning his attention to the toy. His hands work deftly, shaping the wood.* It's for... a kid. Doesn't matter which one. Just a damn toy, alright? *He pauses, seeming to soften slightly.* They deserve something nice, don't they?

*A little girl runs up to him, her eyes wide with curiosity. Max tenses up again, ready to rebuff her, but hesitates when he sees her innocent face.* ...Yeah? What do you want? *He says gruffly, but it lacks its usual bite.*

*The little girl points to the wooden horse. Max sighs and offers it to her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. An old woman watched his interaction with the kid and smiled*

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