Sound advice!
Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)
Carlos just smiled at him. “Don’t be sorry – it’s great to ask questions! Otherwise people wouldn’t learn anything new. There are a couple things that can be ignored and not affect the rest of the terminal’s main function. The ports for additional hardware, like for headsets or turrets aren’t strictly needed. Neither are the in-terminal speakers. It can even work without fans for a while, though it’d overheat and shut off without proper air flow.”
“Really? That’s so weird.” The ghoul hummed as he leaned in closer to check the terminal out. It was obvious he didn’t understand much about what the other was talking about, he didn’t have any experience with technology beyond writing or playing games on his terminal, not many did. “So…. why is that? What is it about those things that make ‘em…. optional, I guess?”
“Yeah, sort of,” Carlos said. “But a lot of these things are built into the terminal, so it’s kind of like removing your appendix and gallbladder too. And one kidney.” Come to think of it, there was a lot of things that the human body could live without. Toes, hair… Okay, he forgot for a bit who he was hanging out with. Carlos decided to get off of that train of thought and turned his attention back to the terminal, making mental notes of which wires needed replacing and how he could do that.
hicarlosyourereallycuteiloveyourhaircaniplaywithitplease
Uh… well, I’m… I guess It’s okay. Yeah… your hands are clean, right?
“Anything is fine by me, but we should get you some proper meals Carlos.” Cecil responded.
Carlos just shrugged slightly. “Well, I usually just eat enough to function. But I know you’re not used to that… Like I said, it’s a habit I developed from college.”
“That doesn’t make it very healthy,” he said. Perhaps he had been spending too much time with his Niece or Old Woman Josie, in Carlos’s absence but he felt the need to make sure he was keeping a good diet.
Carlos chuckled. “No, probably not,” he admitted. “I guess you can start thinking about what else we could make. Wheat’s legal here, so our options are wider than usual.”
Cecil tried to come up with some food ideas that would be fairly simple to make. He adds chickpeas, some assorted vegetables, and a few.other things.
The drive to the store was longer than it would have been back home, but Carlos didn’t mind in the slightest. He was pretty happy to have Cecil with him.
Once at the store Carlos parked without incident – very different from Night Vale. It was kind of refreshing, if he were honest.
Cecil held Carlos’s hand as they walked into the store so they could get their snacks and a few meal things that would not be hard to repair and didn’t need to be refrigerated .
Carlos picked out the hot dogs and buns as well as a few condiments that he liked. Dill relish was one of his favorites.
“You know, the best part about hot dogs is that we can just stick them and then roast them over a fire. Not much cooking skill required other than ‘put the fire out’.”
“Sounds nice and easy to me,” Cecil said, picking up the rest of the items on his list. It wasn’t hard as truthfully there wasn’t that much on the list.
“Awesome,” Carlos said with a grin. “How are we doing? Do we have everything? Ooh, the party mix chocolate is on sale…”
‘✿’
Send in ‘✿’ for starter where your muse finds out that mine has Hanahaki Disease
Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.
Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.
When
Cecil received his text, a small smile formed onto his face. He debated
his next text but he really needed to know for the show tonight.‘Could I ask a question? It’s for tonight -Cecil’
Ugh. Carlos really wasn’t in the mood for a chat. But that wasn’t Cecil’s fault.
‘Sure. I’ll answer as best I can. -Carlos’
((going to bed. night night
i tripped today and now my knees, palms, left arm, and head hurt, i hate this… -late night anon
I’m sorry to hear that. It’s not going to hurt forever. Try to take it easy and take care of yourself. Don’t push yourself if you don’t need to. You’ll be okay.))
“I know,” Carlos responded automatically. He cringed a little at that, wishing he hadn’t said that. “I mean… I do care about you, Hancock. Too. Er, a lot. I love you. I just, heh, I hadn’t expected this either and I wanted to make sure I didn’t ruin it with ruining your coat. I know you love that thing too…”
As Carlos started to ramble, that anxiety bubbled up again, unsure where he was going with that, but when he finally, finally said the words, the ghoul froze. He felt the butterflies then, a huge sense of relief washing over him as he grinned from ear to ear and practically tackled the other man as he jumped into his arms to smother him in kisses.
Carlos made a surprised grunt-like noise, but he grabbed onto Hancock’s coat to keep himself from falling and kissed back as best as he could. He tried to keep up with Hancock, but the other was so elated that Carlos had a bit of a hard time. But he didn’t mind in the slightest. His heart felt like it was swelling with metaphorical liquid love, like it was a sponge and Hancock’s mouth was a spout. Okay, that sounded weird in his own head, but it was what it felt like! It was just amazing and unbelievable and Carlos was so, so happy… he didn’t know what to do with himself other than hang on and enjoy it. And he enjoyed it immensely.
A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)
Carlos smiled at him. He reached and pulled his arms around Hancock to hug him. “I want you to enjoy it too. I’m actually very happy with how this turned out. I’m glad you liked it…”
He happily returned the hug, nuzzling his face into Carlos’ neck with a smile. “I’m absolutely enjoying it, because I get to be with you. It means a lot to me that you wanted to include me in something so special to you.”
“Thank you for making it special,” Carlos told him. “On my own… well, I wouldn’t have done anything. He pulled away a bit to look at Hancock. “Wanna head inside and play your new games?” he asked with a smile. “It’s pretty cold in the warehouse…”
“Anything is fine by me, but we should get you some proper meals Carlos.” Cecil responded.
Carlos just shrugged slightly. “Well, I usually just eat enough to function. But I know you’re not used to that… Like I said, it’s a habit I developed from college.”
“That doesn’t make it very healthy,” he said. Perhaps he had been spending too much time with his Niece or Old Woman Josie, in Carlos’s absence but he felt the need to make sure he was keeping a good diet.
Carlos chuckled. “No, probably not,” he admitted. “I guess you can start thinking about what else we could make. Wheat’s legal here, so our options are wider than usual.”
Cecil tried to come up with some food ideas that would be fairly simple to make. He adds chickpeas, some assorted vegetables, and a few.other things.
The drive to the store was longer than it would have been back home, but Carlos didn’t mind in the slightest. He was pretty happy to have Cecil with him.
Once at the store Carlos parked without incident – very different from Night Vale. It was kind of refreshing, if he were honest.
Cecil held Carlos’s hand as they walked into the store so they could get their snacks and a few meal things that would not be hard to repair and didn’t need to be refrigerated .
Carlos picked out the hot dogs and buns as well as a few condiments that he liked. Dill relish was one of his favorites.
“You know, the best part about hot dogs is that we can just stick them and then roast them over a fire. Not much cooking skill required other than ‘put the fire out’.”
The Perfect Scientist 