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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.
Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.
Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.
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tilted his head a bit, “Uh, yeah.. Like a long time ago, but he’s a
chef now.. Has been.” Shaking it off he shrugged and let himself smile
again, “But yeah.. Three o’clock, date time!” He cheered with finger
guns, chuckling.
Carlos smiled at him. “Nice. I hope you guys have fun.”
He finally produced the cotton swab and started to unwrap it. “Okay. So this will pick up loose cells in your cheek and I can have a look at it under the microscope. Maybe we’ll see something interesting there.”
So the acrobat plucked up the swab and dropped his jaw, swiping at the center of his cheek quickly and pulling it away, glancing at it awkwardly. “So that’s it?”
Carlos nodded. “Yeah, for now. I’ll call you when I make headway.” He looked at Skip. “We never exchanged phone numbers, did we? I think we should.” For business.
The dancer nodded at that, giving out his number onto a slip of pale paper, not seeming to mind just handing out his personal information even to a scientist, “You can just text me, I think I’ll know it’s you..” He went to get up before asking, “I-I didn’t waste your time did I? I’m sorry..”
Carlos smiled as he took the paper. He shook his head. “No, you didn’t. You didn’t know you didn’t have any blood, did you? We just both learned something today. Hopefully we can learn more. This honestly was part of why I set up these trials – to study individuals in Night Vale in addition to helping them where I can.”
“And that’s pretty darn nice of you,” offered Skip, minutes before departing to leave to his lunch date which he was expecting to go better than it did.
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Skip had planned on quickly having this man swoon for him and bend to his will, seeing as most men like Earl would have. Though once more, Skip grossly miscalculated and was greeted with a tired looking man who had too much on his plate and who couldn’t stop talking about his son. Maybe it was simply Skip’s growing fear of being dead before having children, or having children in general, but it made the acrobat endure the challenges and extreme obstacles of parenthood. It also turned out that Earl was not looking for a temporary relationship.
Things were not going as planned.
Carlos was learning a lot just from the one sample from Skip. And with every thing he learned, he got even more questions. To him however, this was the opposite of a problem. More questions meant more science needed to be done, and he was certainly a fan of more science.
He was so excited for this – he couldn’t wait to talk to Skip again and tell him some of his findings.
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