no thank you is how it should have gone, I should stay strong
"You always pick tails," Carlo says with an apologetic shrug as he hands off the orange peels - extra pith, naturally - to his twin and slips the coin into his back pocket. In years to come such knowledge will result in the procurement of several two-headed coins, but for today, fair is fair, and the boy offers Calan a sincere pat on the shoulder for his troubles. "You're really good at throwing up," he encourages, like this might lend further validity to the performance he's about to put on for the good people of Torchline. "A professional, some would say."
And then Calan is away, and whilst Carlo is still unsure whether they actually need to swallow the peels to induce real vomiting, the show is about to be as real as it gets for the sunbathers and others walking by. In particular for their very full pockets, or so goes the hope.
One woman is already getting up from beneath her parasol to ask after the ailing, rotten-hel-meat boy, giving Carlo a perfect opportunity to snag the bag of candies left on her beach towel. Any pickings is good pickings, though some coins would be ideal, and so he moves on now to weave through the slowly gathering crowd. His hands are light, barely skimming as he acts as if he wants to thread through the people to see better, until they graze upon a pocket that seems enticing enough to delve inside.
With luck he'll get away with his treasures before they notice, and the ruse will be complete.
And then Calan is away, and whilst Carlo is still unsure whether they actually need to swallow the peels to induce real vomiting, the show is about to be as real as it gets for the sunbathers and others walking by. In particular for their very full pockets, or so goes the hope.
One woman is already getting up from beneath her parasol to ask after the ailing, rotten-hel-meat boy, giving Carlo a perfect opportunity to snag the bag of candies left on her beach towel. Any pickings is good pickings, though some coins would be ideal, and so he moves on now to weave through the slowly gathering crowd. His hands are light, barely skimming as he acts as if he wants to thread through the people to see better, until they graze upon a pocket that seems enticing enough to delve inside.
With luck he'll get away with his treasures before they notice, and the ruse will be complete.
but I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that
