Calan
Calan doesn’t need telling twice. Carlo says try this and Calan is already planting both hands against the dock boards, because if his brother has discovered a thing, then obviously he needs to know that about that thing too.
Getting up, as it turns out, is a badly organized business. His arms work first, which feels promising, and then his knees attempt an arrangement that makes no sense at all, and for a moment Calan is folded over himself like something pulled from under a bridge and asked to pass for a boy. He pauses there, naked, hunched, damp, and deeply suspicious of gravity. "Well," he mutters, "that’s pushier than expected."
Still, he gets one foot under him, then the other, and once his legs decide to unfold instead of argue, the whole thing becomes much easier. Calan rises slowly, arms spread wide for balance, toes gripping uselessly at wet wood as his grin finds Carlo again, sharper now for the height of it. The docks, the statue, the water, the whole ridiculous world opens around him at a better angle, and this, immediately, seems like the sort of advantage pursuing. He reaches a hand toward his brother without looking away from the view for more than a second. "Everything looks way better up here."
Getting up, as it turns out, is a badly organized business. His arms work first, which feels promising, and then his knees attempt an arrangement that makes no sense at all, and for a moment Calan is folded over himself like something pulled from under a bridge and asked to pass for a boy. He pauses there, naked, hunched, damp, and deeply suspicious of gravity. "Well," he mutters, "that’s pushier than expected."
Still, he gets one foot under him, then the other, and once his legs decide to unfold instead of argue, the whole thing becomes much easier. Calan rises slowly, arms spread wide for balance, toes gripping uselessly at wet wood as his grin finds Carlo again, sharper now for the height of it. The docks, the statue, the water, the whole ridiculous world opens around him at a better angle, and this, immediately, seems like the sort of advantage pursuing. He reaches a hand toward his brother without looking away from the view for more than a second. "Everything looks way better up here."
I've never been one to half-ass shenanigans.
