"Well, that's a relief. At least I won't die immediately, I could live with that." A pause. "Pun absolutely intended."
Very early in his friendship with Sal, he learned that their humor is special—or demented, depending on who asked. There's something about gruesome physical deformities that really brings pals together. The question catches him off guard, his eyebrow rising in surprise. Carl ducks his head back into his room, peering down the hallway. The lights are off and he can't see any spilling from the stairwell leading downstairs. If he strains, he can hear his dad snoring at the end of the hall.
He disappears from the window so he can pad over and shut his door as quietly as possible and turn off the radio. He's relieved he doesn't keep all his shoes downstairs and tugs a pair of boots from the closet, tugging them on quickly. Shoving a hoodie on, he swings his leg out the window and steps carefully onto the roof. Looking at his options, he steps over to the edge of the roof and slides onto his stomach so he can lower his legs down and step on the banister surrounding the porch. Once he has purchase, it's easy enough to ease himself down and jump into the grass behind him with an 'oof' as he stumbles.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, he walks quickly across the street with a lopsided grin. "Piece of cake."
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Date: 2024-11-05 07:51 pm (UTC)Very early in his friendship with Sal, he learned that their humor is special—or demented, depending on who asked. There's something about gruesome physical deformities that really brings pals together. The question catches him off guard, his eyebrow rising in surprise. Carl ducks his head back into his room, peering down the hallway. The lights are off and he can't see any spilling from the stairwell leading downstairs. If he strains, he can hear his dad snoring at the end of the hall.
He disappears from the window so he can pad over and shut his door as quietly as possible and turn off the radio. He's relieved he doesn't keep all his shoes downstairs and tugs a pair of boots from the closet, tugging them on quickly. Shoving a hoodie on, he swings his leg out the window and steps carefully onto the roof. Looking at his options, he steps over to the edge of the roof and slides onto his stomach so he can lower his legs down and step on the banister surrounding the porch. Once he has purchase, it's easy enough to ease himself down and jump into the grass behind him with an 'oof' as he stumbles.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, he walks quickly across the street with a lopsided grin. "Piece of cake."