Carlo
Unaware of the active resuscitation going on in the (actual) abode of Fern Lockwood-Hart, Carlo lowers his hand binoculars with a grave nod, officially cementing the plan they've made to inadvertently spy on her next door neighbours. "That'll work," he announces, gesturing to a couple of wooden boxes at the mouth of an alley that, when flipped upside down, would do very nicely for his feet to brace upon.
Already straightening up and heading out into the sunshine, Calan doesn't need to check the lie they're going to actively tell; Carlo is already of a similar mindset. "Sure," he calls to no one in particular - though his voice is aimed towards one of the open shop doorways, "we'll deliver that for you!"
Beckoning to his brother, he moves to seize one of the boxes, expecting Calan to grab the other, and with no one looking at them (other than to confirm that they are, indeed, identical, which is something he's learning to expect), he hurries down the street and to the side of not-Fern's house. "Okay," Carlo says, lowering his voice to a conspirator's whisper and flipping his crate over so he can stand on it. "You get on that one, and then I'll give you a boost. Just don't step on my head this time, okay?"
Dropping to one knee atop the crate and making a cradle with his hands, he glances furtively to the street every now and then to check it's still empty, finally giving a nod to Calan. "Coast is clear."
Already straightening up and heading out into the sunshine, Calan doesn't need to check the lie they're going to actively tell; Carlo is already of a similar mindset. "Sure," he calls to no one in particular - though his voice is aimed towards one of the open shop doorways, "we'll deliver that for you!"
Beckoning to his brother, he moves to seize one of the boxes, expecting Calan to grab the other, and with no one looking at them (other than to confirm that they are, indeed, identical, which is something he's learning to expect), he hurries down the street and to the side of not-Fern's house. "Okay," Carlo says, lowering his voice to a conspirator's whisper and flipping his crate over so he can stand on it. "You get on that one, and then I'll give you a boost. Just don't step on my head this time, okay?"
Dropping to one knee atop the crate and making a cradle with his hands, he glances furtively to the street every now and then to check it's still empty, finally giving a nod to Calan. "Coast is clear."
today you are the king and the day belongs to you
