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Arm on the windowsill and head out of the window, his look fell onto the church right to him.
Not that praying would save them now.
“Dio mio, dio mio, dio mio” Michele tried to invoke a higher deity nonetheless while hurrying up and down behind Harry.
“Should I close the window before you jump out of it?” The Irishman joked half-heartedly, the Sicilian now hurrying over to him and for a second, Harry was really afraid he’d just let himself fall over the windowsill.
“Well, if I am honest … The ornament does look pretty stable actually …” he said with a cocked eyebrow, the look of panic in his eyes gone.
Harry couldn’t believe it.
“Yeah, what a great idea!” the Irish said. “We are just gonna climb out of the window of this hotel placed at one of Rome’s main tourist attractions – ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS MICHELE?! WE’D FALL AND BREAK OUR GODDAMN BONES!”
“Oh god Frecky, not so loud” a moan came from the couch. “You’re breaking my head!”
When Michele’s eyes shifted to the couch with the second Irishman, he looked just as desperate as before while Harry gestured towards his friend:
“Yes, great idea! I vote Charlie goes first because that alcohol corpse will just ace that little parkour!”