Carlo
"Maaaaybe," Carlo says slowly, turning to glance back up at the statue like it might be able to offer something helpful. That way lies madness though, apparently, and his sense of balance doesn't appreciate it. So whether it's intentional or otherwise, Carlo does find his twin's hand to hold lest he end up crashing back to the ground. "Don't look behind you," he advises, voice dropping into something low and grave. "It's no good."
Quickly distracted by the conversation going on between their two empty stomachs, along with the way the world opens for them inexorably with the promise of that way?, Carlo flashes his brother a matching smile and an overconfident nod. "Why not?" he says, then takes the first lurching steps towards home.
Walking, he soon decides, is entirely cumbersome and stupid-looking, and there's a much better and faster way to get around - running. Or at least jogging; his feet seem to want to fall into the movement a lot more gracefully than when he's trying to amble around, and his knees don't lift quite so high. It's also fun, and a bright laugh leaps from his throat as they thunder down the boardwalk, ignorant of surprised calls for them to put some clothes on.
Quickly distracted by the conversation going on between their two empty stomachs, along with the way the world opens for them inexorably with the promise of that way?, Carlo flashes his brother a matching smile and an overconfident nod. "Why not?" he says, then takes the first lurching steps towards home.
Walking, he soon decides, is entirely cumbersome and stupid-looking, and there's a much better and faster way to get around - running. Or at least jogging; his feet seem to want to fall into the movement a lot more gracefully than when he's trying to amble around, and his knees don't lift quite so high. It's also fun, and a bright laugh leaps from his throat as they thunder down the boardwalk, ignorant of surprised calls for them to put some clothes on.
today you are the king and the day belongs to you
