Carlo
"Seems to be," Carlo agrees; Calan has barely moved to grab his foot before his twin is following suit, and though the urge to shove his toes into his mouth is not quite so wild and irresistible as before, he's nevertheless possessive over the limb. "And it did, didn't it? Not bad for a first try." At whatever it was they'd succeeded in doing together, and it's with a matching grin that Carlo finds his brother's gaze at last, feeling some strange, warm sense of relief ripple through him to know that for whatever else had just happened, they'd come through it together.
The cry of a few hels wheeling overhead has him snapping his head up to watch them, expression slack with the newness of it all, and he releases his foot to suddenly try and press his hands to the damp docks, gooseflesh pebbling across his skin. "My butt's cold," he announces, despite only very recently comprehending that his own ass exists.
His attempt to get onto his feet is wobbly and inelegant at best, the sort of thing reminiscent of fawns finding their footing, and he ends up half hunched over but upright, grinning again at Calan. "You've gotta try this," he tells him.
The cry of a few hels wheeling overhead has him snapping his head up to watch them, expression slack with the newness of it all, and he releases his foot to suddenly try and press his hands to the damp docks, gooseflesh pebbling across his skin. "My butt's cold," he announces, despite only very recently comprehending that his own ass exists.
His attempt to get onto his feet is wobbly and inelegant at best, the sort of thing reminiscent of fawns finding their footing, and he ends up half hunched over but upright, grinning again at Calan. "You've gotta try this," he tells him.
today you are the king and the day belongs to you
