no thank you is how it should have gone, I should stay strong
Finch's response - which, evident in the way he stops dead in his theatrics to regard him with open awe is something Carlo has never experienced - boosts him right to the top of the list of coolest people he knows. It's a shame, then, that he's currently being out-scammed by him and with a hint of blackmail thrown in, because he'd quite like to have a chat about this grown-up's resume and whether he offers apprenticeships. "Bold of you to assume I got anything out of your pocket before you grabbed me," he points out, remembering to continue writhing like a worm on a hook just as his brother arrives as nauseous cavalry.
"You can have the pocket-watch, but the candy is--" Cut off by the not entirely performative retching that Calan makes Finch's direct problem, Carlo doesn't have a chance to tell his brother that the guy is kind of in on it, and he can only half shrug an apology towards him for any orange-related collateral that's about to introduce itself to his shoes.
"What'd you mean he doesn't have to swallow it?" he manages before remembering his part in the shenanigans. "I WANNA GO GET SLUSHIES," he announces, attempting to squirm his way in a direction that's pointedly away from the crowd now.
"You can have the pocket-watch, but the candy is--" Cut off by the not entirely performative retching that Calan makes Finch's direct problem, Carlo doesn't have a chance to tell his brother that the guy is kind of in on it, and he can only half shrug an apology towards him for any orange-related collateral that's about to introduce itself to his shoes.
"What'd you mean he doesn't have to swallow it?" he manages before remembering his part in the shenanigans. "I WANNA GO GET SLUSHIES," he announces, attempting to squirm his way in a direction that's pointedly away from the crowd now.
but I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that
