Carlo
"I told you looking back was no good!" Carlo calls out as his twin's legs seem to try and betray each other, though of course he does the exact same thing in order to see what's become of his brother. They stop through a combination of Calan's stitch and Carlo's uncoordinated feet, though the sharp ow that leaves him is enough to have any amusement dropping immediately from Carlo's expression. "You okay?" he asks with all the sincerity of a child who doesn't know if what has happened is his fault, but feels the weight of responsibility regardless.
The answer seems to be yes if only because the stitch is forgotten in lieu of the Big Whatever It Is that Calan has just discovered, and Carlo finds his head craning back to look up (and up) at the cannon until he has to squint against the morning light. "I don't know," he says honestly. He's the epitome of that sign can't stop me because I can't read right now, because he literally can't, but that doesn't mean he's going to either admit to it or lose an opportunity to indulge his curiosity.
"I think it says for us to pull it," he announces of the squiggles on the sign, already reaching up to wrap his hand around the cord. "I think two of us will need to - it's... heavy?" The concept feels right even if the words feel wrong, and the result is the same: he's not strong enough to pull the cord by himself.
The answer seems to be yes if only because the stitch is forgotten in lieu of the Big Whatever It Is that Calan has just discovered, and Carlo finds his head craning back to look up (and up) at the cannon until he has to squint against the morning light. "I don't know," he says honestly. He's the epitome of that sign can't stop me because I can't read right now, because he literally can't, but that doesn't mean he's going to either admit to it or lose an opportunity to indulge his curiosity.
"I think it says for us to pull it," he announces of the squiggles on the sign, already reaching up to wrap his hand around the cord. "I think two of us will need to - it's... heavy?" The concept feels right even if the words feel wrong, and the result is the same: he's not strong enough to pull the cord by himself.
today you are the king and the day belongs to you
