no thank you is how it should have gone, I should stay strong
The answer, dear Calan, is one bag of candy, some small change, a pocket-watch that doesn't work and this entire man apparently. A small noise rises and promptly dies in Carlo's throat as a hand encircles his wrist and draws upwards sharply enough to have him standing on the very tips of his toes. Eyes saucer-wide, he finds himself gazing up into a face he's too young to recognise as handsome, but scarred and grinning enough to be filed permanently under Very Cool Thief Man™ in his mind.
"Er," he begins, the lie locked and loaded on his tongue, before the man's other hand raises to flick him in his nose, making him flinch back uselessly and scrunch his face. It almost makes his eyes water, but in the act of squirming he does manage to see his brother making a very good not-show of being about to throw up. "I dunno," he says, just a little defensively and with all pretence of innocence thoroughly given up, "there seem plenty of people around him right now."
That doesn't assist him in his current predicament though, and so Carlo lets out a defeated little sigh. "Anyway," he says, before drawing in a large, deep breath and releasing it in the most panicked wail he can summon. "HELP," he yells, trying to writhe in the man's grip now and immediately causing all manner of heads to whip around at them, "YOU'RE NOT MY DAD, LET ME GO. HELP, SOMEONE!"
"Er," he begins, the lie locked and loaded on his tongue, before the man's other hand raises to flick him in his nose, making him flinch back uselessly and scrunch his face. It almost makes his eyes water, but in the act of squirming he does manage to see his brother making a very good not-show of being about to throw up. "I dunno," he says, just a little defensively and with all pretence of innocence thoroughly given up, "there seem plenty of people around him right now."
That doesn't assist him in his current predicament though, and so Carlo lets out a defeated little sigh. "Anyway," he says, before drawing in a large, deep breath and releasing it in the most panicked wail he can summon. "HELP," he yells, trying to writhe in the man's grip now and immediately causing all manner of heads to whip around at them, "YOU'RE NOT MY DAD, LET ME GO. HELP, SOMEONE!"
but I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that
