no thank you is how it should have gone, I should stay strong
"I bet Enzo or Mateo would know something about how they work too," Carlo considers, because being born without lockpicks sounds like the kind of problem solved by spirits, and knowing how to use them sounds like something their brothers should probably have come across. Either way, it's evident that whatever obstacles Finch intends on setting up before them, the Taliesin twins plan on getting through via cunning, contacts or, if neither of those work, a well aimed swan-dive.
But then Finch is getting all morose and Adulty in a way that is less cool now and feels more like the sound of their fathers yelling be back before lunch! and don't do anything too interesting or you might accidentally have fun! (Creative liberty may have been taken with that second one, but Carlo thinks the point still stands).
In fact, after exchanging that quick, sharp glance with his twin, his hand drops back to his side as if he's determined that Finch is not going to be as good and fair as he had been in returning what he'd pick-pocketed. That calls for at least a small amount of retribution, and Carlo delivers it promptly.
By kicking Finch in the shin.
"You're not a great or a little thief, you know. You're just a bad... businessman." His eyebrows raise at that, and he's already swerving backwards as if anticipating being swiped at or grabbed.
But then Finch is getting all morose and Adulty in a way that is less cool now and feels more like the sound of their fathers yelling be back before lunch! and don't do anything too interesting or you might accidentally have fun! (Creative liberty may have been taken with that second one, but Carlo thinks the point still stands).
In fact, after exchanging that quick, sharp glance with his twin, his hand drops back to his side as if he's determined that Finch is not going to be as good and fair as he had been in returning what he'd pick-pocketed. That calls for at least a small amount of retribution, and Carlo delivers it promptly.
By kicking Finch in the shin.
"You're not a great or a little thief, you know. You're just a bad... businessman." His eyebrows raise at that, and he's already swerving backwards as if anticipating being swiped at or grabbed.
but I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that
