He
could actually tell that Carlos’ attention had been drawn to his
teeth, though he was unaware of the scientist’s speculation on the
matter. He was used to people staring at his fangs after all, and not
all that many of those people ever claimed to have been wondering
about them. As it happened, though, the type of teeth he bore was his
default, other varieties requiring conscious choice unless he was
turning into something with specific teeth.He’d
begun to walk, briskly striding towards the door – but it seemed as
though his newest acquisition had other ideas. If his words had made
any less sense, Black Hat would likely have irritably dragged him
out. However, the statement seemed sensible, so he paused. “Don’t
be long about it.”
Carlos just hummed as he started putting lids on all his
petri dishes and vials. He lay them in order to be marked later and shut off
his microscope. He was about ready to
go, but paused… Black Hat seemed to have a habit of making people drop
everything and take them wherever he wanted. As intrigued as Carlos was about
Black Hat and his reasoning, Carlos was concerned that he would not be coming
back to his things for a while.
He got the samples and put them in his pockets before
putting his tablet in its case. He slid that into an inner pocket in his
labcoat as well of some of his smaller gadgets. He looked at his microscope and
the substance-analyzer he set up a little mournfully, but sighed and turned
away.
“Alright, I’m ready,” he said as he came back to the other
man(?)’s side. “Um… It occurs to me that while you did say that you brought me here, I’m not sure that I understand
why. Or for how long.” He was starting to realize that this was a presence of
mind that was absent when he arrived at Night Vale, and it made him wonder if
the town itself had something to do with it.
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