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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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“Skip
Mariah Danby,” He sighed, embarrassment twisting the tone of his tongue
as his eyes followed the walls and his foot tapped into the air. “Why
do you need to interview me if you’re just taking stuff from my body?
Can’t you just- I don’t know.. Knock me out and take what you want?”

Carlos made a slight face at that question, but he quickly wiped it away. “Well, no… I’d really rather not do that,” he told Skip. “I need to be able to label the samples correctly and I need to know some of your physical conditions so I can keep it in mind while testing.”

He quickly typed in Skip’s name. “I’m a scientist, but definitely not the ‘mad’ variety.”

“Then maybe you’re the cute variety, I think it’s a rare species.” In the moment he believed it to be one of the cheesiest pick up lines he had come up with, it was a severe blow to his ego and he instantly regretted it. He flinched at his own words, opening his mouth to say something but finding it empty.

Fingers ran through his hair nervously as he finally stuttered out, “S-sorry..”

Carlos lifted an eyebrow at him. “Uh… are you okay?” he asked. He tried to be gentle about it, but it probably came out as sounding like he was weirded out by Skip. Which he probably was, just… not for the flirting.

“Do… do you want some water or something to eat? Just to help you feel more comfortable?”

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the-perfect-scientist:

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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“Skip
Mariah Danby,” He sighed, embarrassment twisting the tone of his tongue
as his eyes followed the walls and his foot tapped into the air. “Why
do you need to interview me if you’re just taking stuff from my body?
Can’t you just- I don’t know.. Knock me out and take what you want?”

Carlos made a slight face at that question, but he quickly wiped it away. “Well, no… I’d really rather not do that,” he told Skip. “I need to be able to label the samples correctly and I need to know some of your physical conditions so I can keep it in mind while testing.”

He quickly typed in Skip’s name. “I’m a scientist, but definitely not the ‘mad’ variety.”

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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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“Science?”
Skip hadn’t often thought about how long things usually took, he
focused more on the outcome of things even if they took years or only
weeks, the outcome was always the most important part he believed.
Science wasn’t exactly his forte, therefore he also hadn’t given it an
opportunity into his mind too much.

He tilted his head a bit and hummed curiously, “Yeah, Science I
guess..” He muttered, not knowing what exactly he was implying with his
statement, hopefully it sounded like he was agreeing. “Do you think I’ll
have to come back here a lot, if you guys find something?”

“Maybe,” Carlos said. “The testing will use up the samples and if we don’t get results immediately we might need more.” He then looked at Skip again. “What exactly…. brought you here? I was under the impression you weren’t very interested in… um, science.”

Carlos was still pretty apprehensive. Last night hadn’t left a good impression on him, in actuality.

“Like I said,” Began Skip once more looking over to The scientist with a slight roll of his eyes, “I feel bad for people that have these problems- there’s not a lot I can do about it except give up my body to science! I want to help, but donations only do so much.. Plus, I’m not exactly the richest cat in town.” He sighed, feeling absentmindedly at his empty pockets.

“I’m not that into science, but I figured that when I saw the slip that I could help for once..”

“Huh. Well okay.” That was understandable, Carlos supposed. He still wasn’t sure about working with Skip, but time would tell how it went. “Any help we can get with this would be great. Though results could be a long-time coming, we’ll at least be setting out steppingstones for other researchers who could find the breakthrough. Here… go ahead and sit in that chair and we’ll talk first before we start pulling blood and hair samples, sound good?”

Skip nodded in a chipper manner, his body shifting into the seat like he had been stabbed in the stomach and a metal pole was struck down his spine, he moved like lightning. “Will it hurt?”

Will it hurt? This man hunted people and he was worried about the pain.

Carlos sat down in an adjacent stool next to a desk. He picked up the ipad sitting on it and turned it on to start taking notes.

“Well, yeah, some of it will,” he admitted. “I’ll warn you though, and I’ll tell you how much it should. I’ll be very careful. I got my PA degree in high school, so I know a bit about what I”m doing.” Between robotics club, some other college-level classes, and the occasional magic adventures on a school bus, he managed it.

The acrobat wanted to scoff at Carlos’ vague boasting, but he couldn’t help but swoon over how intelligent the man must have been, he really was quite impressed. His face showed the impression, heating up a soft rose color to his pointed ears and nose. “Ah.. I would hope so, you are the scientist.”

Fiddling his hands into his lap as he crossed his legs, his jeans tightening with the strain and his heeled boots briefly clicking together, as he glanced away and bit his lip. “I didn’t think I’d see you here either.. I knew you were a scientist clearly, but I just.. Forgot there was only one place to work.”

“Yeah…” Carlos said. “The city tends to think we’re comedians. And I mean… sure! But our work is very serious too. It’s just something most folks here don’t understand. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that it would be an outsider who volunteered for this course.”

Carlos took a breath. “Anyway… so, let’s start the pre-interview.” He pulled up a form on his ipad. “So… name?”