Carlo
"There you have it then," Carlo announces; if both of them have confirmed that the sign is an instruction to do the thing, then they'd be remiss not to. Wrapping both hands around the cord in such a way that their fingers almost curl around each other's, the boy similarly plants his feet, biting his lower lip with concentration as Calan begins the sort of countdown that will become synonymous with precisely this sort of mischief.
His lips part to shout something directly after 'One', but the remark - and his breath, his senses and his balance - are all swallowed up in the deep and detonating boom of the cannon. Eyes saucer-wide and his feet tangling together so he lands flat on his backside, by the grace of the gods there's nothing worth hitting out in the trajectory of the cannonball, and it hits the water with an enormous plume of white surf in its wake.
"...Whoa," Carlo says, his own voice ringing and distant to his ears. The smile starts slow but keeps growing, ending up slightly deranged and entirely shit-eating, and he scrabbles to get back to his feet. Do it again! lingers on the tip of his tongue, but in that moment a loud OI! hits the air in a rumble deep and authoritative enough to cut through his muffled hearing.
"Uh oh," he blurts. "We better go."
His lips part to shout something directly after 'One', but the remark - and his breath, his senses and his balance - are all swallowed up in the deep and detonating boom of the cannon. Eyes saucer-wide and his feet tangling together so he lands flat on his backside, by the grace of the gods there's nothing worth hitting out in the trajectory of the cannonball, and it hits the water with an enormous plume of white surf in its wake.
"...Whoa," Carlo says, his own voice ringing and distant to his ears. The smile starts slow but keeps growing, ending up slightly deranged and entirely shit-eating, and he scrabbles to get back to his feet. Do it again! lingers on the tip of his tongue, but in that moment a loud OI! hits the air in a rumble deep and authoritative enough to cut through his muffled hearing.
"Uh oh," he blurts. "We better go."
today you are the king and the day belongs to you
