Carlo
"Wh--" Carlo only has perhaps a second and a half to realise his very careful boost has gone awry with feather-based tomfoolery; from his perspective he launches his brother perfectly only for Calan to eat shit against the wall, and when he looks up, shielding his eyes from the glare overhead, it's to see a boy wearing a bird for a hat. "C'mon now, that's just silly," he hisses, immediately inching forward to guide Calan's foot back towards the intended destination of his shoulder (not his head, never his head) so things can continue to be probably still fine.
"Are you good?" Carlo manages just as there's a great clacking and shuffling at the window next door, a small voice trailing out towards them. He's not high enough up to be able to see the smooshed cheek or the threat of scissors, but he understands the words well enough to know that they necessitate some immediate bending of the truth.
"Oh," he says brightly, calling up enough for his voice to carry back whilst simultaneously trying to keep one of Calan's feet out of his mouth, "we're cleaning windows! Hired by Fern Lockwood-Hart, you see. Gotta make sure her apartment gets a good view of the ocean, you know!"
"Are you good?" Carlo manages just as there's a great clacking and shuffling at the window next door, a small voice trailing out towards them. He's not high enough up to be able to see the smooshed cheek or the threat of scissors, but he understands the words well enough to know that they necessitate some immediate bending of the truth.
"Oh," he says brightly, calling up enough for his voice to carry back whilst simultaneously trying to keep one of Calan's feet out of his mouth, "we're cleaning windows! Hired by Fern Lockwood-Hart, you see. Gotta make sure her apartment gets a good view of the ocean, you know!"
today you are the king and the day belongs to you
