Carlo
"Oooh, maybe!" Carlo agrees of their birthday; he hasn't actually considered when such an illustrious occasion is meant to be, and later over dinner he'll think it a perfect time to demand answers from their fathers - or at least permission to decide it for themselves. For right now, though, he adds what's meant to be an innocently curious smile to Calan's request to see Erebos's magic, because gods it really would be cool if the other boy could show them.
He nods in ready agreement about their one (maybe two) enemies, grinning fondly at the memory of Finch and his strange see-saw attitude towards them. Sometimes advice, sometimes threats to break their limbs; what are you gonna do? "Maybe more if you include everyone who chased us after we set off the cannon?" He considers. Given how many of them there had been, though, and how Carlo doesn't really remember their faces (which is probably a mutual thing, thinking about it), maybe not.
With his sandwiches in place, ready for good cop-ing and storming crab headquarters, he nods ready agreement at surrendering leadership to Erebos. "Maybe then Calan and I can have a go at being your henchmen," he considers almost under his breath. Distracted again, though, by an enthusiastic nod - yes, to make their boat bigger - and the sight of their sister fleeing for her life, Carlo raises his eyebrows in brief interest. "Fire is new," he says, implying that the rest is not, before turning his attention back to the hole almost at the exact same time as his brother.
"Would the guards also be crabs? Or would they be like... sandworms or something?"
He nods in ready agreement about their one (maybe two) enemies, grinning fondly at the memory of Finch and his strange see-saw attitude towards them. Sometimes advice, sometimes threats to break their limbs; what are you gonna do? "Maybe more if you include everyone who chased us after we set off the cannon?" He considers. Given how many of them there had been, though, and how Carlo doesn't really remember their faces (which is probably a mutual thing, thinking about it), maybe not.
With his sandwiches in place, ready for good cop-ing and storming crab headquarters, he nods ready agreement at surrendering leadership to Erebos. "Maybe then Calan and I can have a go at being your henchmen," he considers almost under his breath. Distracted again, though, by an enthusiastic nod - yes, to make their boat bigger - and the sight of their sister fleeing for her life, Carlo raises his eyebrows in brief interest. "Fire is new," he says, implying that the rest is not, before turning his attention back to the hole almost at the exact same time as his brother.
"Would the guards also be crabs? Or would they be like... sandworms or something?"
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