Calan
Calan brightens as much as the situation allows, which is to say bravely, but with the heavy shadow of unfair oyster prices still hanging over him. "No, we are twins," he says confidently, as though this clears up everything. Then his grin slips in, quick and pleased with itself. "That's probably why people say we look like twins."
The offer of help has his eyebrows lifting in careful surprise, all wide-eyed appreciation, as if he and Carlo had not been steering the whole conversation toward exactly this outcome from the beginning. Calan lets his gaze flick briefly to his brother, giving the moment enough room to look like a serious private consultation between partners, before he turns back to Ren with a small, wilting shrug.
"Well," he says, managing to sound both reluctant and deeply noble about accepting aid in their hour of need, "I suppose we don't have anything to lose if you'd be willing to try?" He glances toward the basket as though the oysters themselves are depending on them, which, financially speaking, they are.
The offer of help has his eyebrows lifting in careful surprise, all wide-eyed appreciation, as if he and Carlo had not been steering the whole conversation toward exactly this outcome from the beginning. Calan lets his gaze flick briefly to his brother, giving the moment enough room to look like a serious private consultation between partners, before he turns back to Ren with a small, wilting shrug.
"Well," he says, managing to sound both reluctant and deeply noble about accepting aid in their hour of need, "I suppose we don't have anything to lose if you'd be willing to try?" He glances toward the basket as though the oysters themselves are depending on them, which, financially speaking, they are.
you are a victim of the rules you live by
Code stolen from Queen Sky
