no thank you is how it should have gone, I should stay strong
Regardless of how he ends up feeling about Finch the Wrist-Breaker (the jury is out right now, rest assured), Carlo does file away one bit of his advice. The older thief might be disappointed to learn that it's be less catchable, but it still stands especially as he's scruffed and his toes are left dancing and scrabbling at the sandy pathway like he might be able to grow an inch or two out of pure effort. He's thinking of the best bad word he's heard dockworkers say so far, and it's on the tip of his tongue - cocksucker, whatever that is - when he's finally released, the boy hopping back beside his twin and shooting Finch a dark look that lands somewhere between hurt and reluctant admiration.
"Especially if you break our wrists and then tell them," he agrees. It's a very rare occasion for he and Calan not to be on precisely the same wavelength, but when his own thought about what they should do (i.e. run away and cut their losses) is superseded by a robust kick to the balls - if his brother's aim is good enough, at least - Carlo wastes little time on hopping on the bandwagon again.
Not to worry, Finch, he isn't going to try and follow suit, but he does skitter around towards the older thief's back, his hand shooting out towards the pocket where the candy had disappeared.
"Especially if you break our wrists and then tell them," he agrees. It's a very rare occasion for he and Calan not to be on precisely the same wavelength, but when his own thought about what they should do (i.e. run away and cut their losses) is superseded by a robust kick to the balls - if his brother's aim is good enough, at least - Carlo wastes little time on hopping on the bandwagon again.
Not to worry, Finch, he isn't going to try and follow suit, but he does skitter around towards the older thief's back, his hand shooting out towards the pocket where the candy had disappeared.
but I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that
