Carlo
"No, she definitely lives there," Carlo is hissing from where he's crouched behind the corner of a building that leads onto the street where the medical clinic - and therefore Fern - is located. They haven't been up into the floating reaches of Haulani much (read: at all) yet, and so far his opinion is that it's open, breezy, and that it has great views and a plethora of opportunities for trouble for two young entrepreneurs with identical faces. The only problem with that though, Carlo is realising, is that a third person is often necessary to facilitate whatever quick-change tomfoolery they're attempting.
And besides, they've been trying to meet Fern since they got kneecaps, so this is long overdue.
Unbeknownst to Carlo, though, he's nodding at the building right next to the medical clinic, his hands held up to his eyes like binoculars as if that will make it easier for him to see their third musketeer and surely best friend for life. "I bet we could get a crate, then I could stand on it and you could stand on my shoulders, and we'd be able to see through the apartment window. Then," he continues, because this is only step one (step three is profit and step two is TBC), "the three of us can head to that marketplace and get one of those big pretzels I keep seeing."
And besides, they've been trying to meet Fern since they got kneecaps, so this is long overdue.
Unbeknownst to Carlo, though, he's nodding at the building right next to the medical clinic, his hands held up to his eyes like binoculars as if that will make it easier for him to see their third musketeer and surely best friend for life. "I bet we could get a crate, then I could stand on it and you could stand on my shoulders, and we'd be able to see through the apartment window. Then," he continues, because this is only step one (step three is profit and step two is TBC), "the three of us can head to that marketplace and get one of those big pretzels I keep seeing."
today you are the king and the day belongs to you
