Carlos just hummed. “Well, I can at least try,” he said. “I
like talking about my work, so… if you don’t mind it too much I’d actually like
if you did ask questions.”“I’ll be sure to ask a few at least, heh. Feel free to explain shit as ya go too, I’m interested in anything ya got to say, I just might not always know how to ask what I wanna know, y’know?”
Carlos nodded at him. “Yeah, sure,” he said with a smile. He
quickly rinsed off his hands and wiped them dry with a towel. “Okay… I think I’m
ready. You… don’t happen to have any clean rubbing alcohol, do you?”
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