Carlo
"Right," Carlo echoes, the grin fully having taken over his expression as he lurches to his feet and in the wake of his brother. His feet slap with perhaps two percent more coordination against the damp boards, hair helplessly tousled in the sea breeze - a breeze that's becoming increasingly nippy, if he's honest, and might require an intervention very soon.
Before that, though, everyone seems suddenly very interested in where they've just been (he couldn't say why), and it presents several opportunities all at once. For Calan, it's fish tacos. For Carlo, it's a rack of what seem to be rubber slickers in a variety of colours, all bucket hoods and deep pockets. They are undoubtedly for fishermen, though Carlo doesn't know that; all he realises is that they're probably really good at keeping the wind off.
And after all, so many people have already shouted for them to put on clothes, so it only stands to reason that they obey.
He's got a bright green slicker on by the time his twin is presenting his find, the garment dragging at his ankles due to its length, and though he has only managed to get one toggle fastened, the hood is great. "Oh, thank you," he trills, cramming up the sleeves of his new coat to accept the taco, before gesturing to an identical yellow slicker on the rack. "And for you."
Before that, though, everyone seems suddenly very interested in where they've just been (he couldn't say why), and it presents several opportunities all at once. For Calan, it's fish tacos. For Carlo, it's a rack of what seem to be rubber slickers in a variety of colours, all bucket hoods and deep pockets. They are undoubtedly for fishermen, though Carlo doesn't know that; all he realises is that they're probably really good at keeping the wind off.
And after all, so many people have already shouted for them to put on clothes, so it only stands to reason that they obey.
He's got a bright green slicker on by the time his twin is presenting his find, the garment dragging at his ankles due to its length, and though he has only managed to get one toggle fastened, the hood is great. "Oh, thank you," he trills, cramming up the sleeves of his new coat to accept the taco, before gesturing to an identical yellow slicker on the rack. "And for you."
today you are the king and the day belongs to you
