Calan
"We sure do," Calan says immediately, grinning at the way Erebos’s questions tumble over one another. He looks over at Carlo beside him, then lets his eyes move back again with exaggerated consideration, as though he’s suddenly not wholly certain which twin he’s been standing next to this whole time. "Sometimes we can’t even tell each other apart."
It’s said with enough solemnity that it might almost pass for true. "The only one who ever seems to get it right is our nonna, but since she’s a ghost we can’t always ask her because she can only babysit us sometimes and since we aren't babies anymore, it isn't as often." He says it casually, as if having a dead grandmother available for questions about twin identification is perfectly ordinary and only inconvenient in the way of someone being out when you need them.
The offer of help gets a more approving look, particularly given that the crab has already made a mockery of their first attempt at a trap. "You can help," Calan decides, nodding down at the lines they’ve been drawing into the sand. "It’s fast, though, so you have to watch it all the time. We think it’s trying to get back to its secret underground crab headquarters."
Watching Erebos lift Orsino by the forelegs, Calan’s grin falters into a small shiver at the icy sound the frost fox makes. He doesn’t cover his ears, though he very nearly does, and when the creature is set down again he glances over his shoulder at Carlo with his eyebrows raised. "Oooh. Numb." The word comes out low and thoughtful, as though this is an especially important thing to remember for entirely normal reasons.
Squinting up at Sugar as she wheels overhead, Calan gives his head a small shake. "No, she's more like our employee. Mostly she just tells us when it's time for lunch."
It’s said with enough solemnity that it might almost pass for true. "The only one who ever seems to get it right is our nonna, but since she’s a ghost we can’t always ask her because she can only babysit us sometimes and since we aren't babies anymore, it isn't as often." He says it casually, as if having a dead grandmother available for questions about twin identification is perfectly ordinary and only inconvenient in the way of someone being out when you need them.
The offer of help gets a more approving look, particularly given that the crab has already made a mockery of their first attempt at a trap. "You can help," Calan decides, nodding down at the lines they’ve been drawing into the sand. "It’s fast, though, so you have to watch it all the time. We think it’s trying to get back to its secret underground crab headquarters."
Watching Erebos lift Orsino by the forelegs, Calan’s grin falters into a small shiver at the icy sound the frost fox makes. He doesn’t cover his ears, though he very nearly does, and when the creature is set down again he glances over his shoulder at Carlo with his eyebrows raised. "Oooh. Numb." The word comes out low and thoughtful, as though this is an especially important thing to remember for entirely normal reasons.
Squinting up at Sugar as she wheels overhead, Calan gives his head a small shake. "No, she's more like our employee. Mostly she just tells us when it's time for lunch."
you are a victim of the rules you live by
Code stolen from Queen Sky
