Wait,
was that a joke? Was Hancock joking? It sounded like it, but Carlos
honestly couldn’t tell. He sometimes thought about the fact that the
ghoul was technically immortal and he wondered – genuinely wondered –
what was going to happen to them in the long run.
But to Hancock’s face, Carlos didn’t like thinking about it because it was a problem he couldn’t fix.
“How’s
about a date tonight?” Carlos suddenly asked. “I was gonna ask about
it, but then we got to discussing over who’s perfect and beautiful.”
It was mostly a joke, although the ghoul wouldn’t mind it if they could find a way to make Carlos immortal as well, every time he thought about outliving him, he began to panic.
“A date sounds wonderful.” He murmured. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well… how does getting a bite at the Third Rail sound?” Carlos suggested. “I wonder if we could get a table over close to Magnolia’s stage, or maybe just spend time in the VIP room.” Carlos then smirked slightly at Hancock. “That’s not to say that I’m going to be drinking, however. If I did, then things would get boring pretty quickly.”
The Perfect Scientist 