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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 got home he put some food in his dog’s bowl before going to his
room to get changed into his pajamas. Taking a look at his phone he sent
a quick text to Carlos.
‘Goodnight Carlos, Goodnight. I hope you get better soon! If you need anything I’m just a text away -Cecil’
He sat down by his bed and pulled out the notes app on his phone to plan tomorrow’s show.
Carlos didn’t go to bed for a long while. It wasn’t until midnight (or what was closest to the concept of ‘midnight’ in Night Vale) that he saw there was a notification for his phone.
Just seeing who it was from seemed to send him into a coughing fit, leaving a sizable bright red blotch on the sleeve of his labcoat.
When he was done coughing, Carlos took a moment to catch his breath and he changed into a fresh labcoat. He felt pretty miserable. He didn’t know what to do. But he managed to text Cecil back, at least returning the niceties he’d given:
‘Thanks. Goodnight, Cecil -Carlos’
Cecil didn’t recieve the text until later the next day when he was getting ready to head towards the shower to get ready for the day. He sent off another text, unaware of the damage he was unintentionally causing Carlos.
‘Good morning •;3 -Cecil’
Soon enough he was heading out the door, making sure to grab the cat food he bought for Khoshekh. He drove by a coffee shop and went in. Cecil thought it might be a nice idea to drop by Carlos’s lab with some coffee. No doubt he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep the night before.
Carlos had gone to bed an hour after Cecil’s text and he was still asleep well into the morning. He wasn’t feeling well and having stayed up he just needed to sleep longer. He hadn’t heard his phone go off – he hadn’t even heard the alarms he’d had on.
“I’ll
try not to disturb any of your science, but I have a feeling we have
some chemistry of our own dear Carlos,” Cecil said, trying to hide his
smile that came with the cheesy pun.
Cecil waited for Carlos to lead him to his car, taking the chance to look around some more.
Carlos simpered at Cecil. “You think you’re adorable, don’t you?” he asked, grinning at him. He took Cecil’s hand. “C’mon. We’re losing daylight. The sun actually sets on time out here – can you believe that?”
Cecil happily took Carlos’ hand as he was led to his car. “So time works ‘normally’ here?” Cecil asks. He still wore the One True Timepiece that Carlos had given him years ago on his wrist. He didn’t even reply to the rhetoric question about whether or not he thought himself adorable.
“Oh yes!” Carlos said He immediately started to babble on about time and clocks. “It was pretty amazing to take apart a clock and find actual gears and a crystal inside of it! Ooh! And I don’t have to constantly look at the sun and wonder how fast it’s going across the sky and figure out how much time I have left out in the field.”
Carlos opened the passenger side door of his car for Cecil as he talked.
Cecil smiled, and kissed Carlos on the cheek before he got into the car. Cecil loved hearing the scientist ramble about things that he found interesting, his tone changes making even the most boring things nice to listen to. Cecil wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about with the inside of the clocks, but he nodded none the less. Part of him wondered if he preferred it here over night vale.
“Seatbelt,” Carlos reminded and he went around to get into the driver’s seat. “So, what do you think we should have for dinner? Hot dogs? We can get buns too – wheat is still legal here.”
“Sounds good to me Carlos. I wonder if they have a Big Rico’s around here.. we could get pizza for dinner some night!” He said excitedly once he found out about the Wheat situation. He put on his seatbelt as he waited for Carlos to get in.
“No, Big Rico’s is a one-off restaurant,” Carlos explained. “They just managed to monopolize all the pizza in Night Vale. We can have some Little Caeser’s or something though – ooh! Papa’s Pizza! I used to have that a lot as a kid! We should go there!”
He held off on the temptation to say No One does a slice like Big Rico’s as he said it often when they sponsored the radio station. But pizza sounded good, he hasn’t had any since wheat was made illegal. “Papa’s Pizza sounds wonderful to Me,” Cecil said with a smile.
“Wanna do that for dinner tonight, or plan it for another day?” Carlos asked him. Honestly, Carlos hadn’t thought about having pizza outside of Night Vale. He was honestly a little tired of marinara and cheese soup (what Big Rico’s called a ‘pizza’), so an actual slice with bread would be pretty nice.
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 got home he put some food in his dog’s bowl before going to his
room to get changed into his pajamas. Taking a look at his phone he sent
a quick text to Carlos.
‘Goodnight Carlos, Goodnight. I hope you get better soon! If you need anything I’m just a text away -Cecil’
He sat down by his bed and pulled out the notes app on his phone to plan tomorrow’s show.
Carlos didn’t go to bed for a long while. It wasn’t until midnight (or what was closest to the concept of ‘midnight’ in Night Vale) that he saw there was a notification for his phone.
Just seeing who it was from seemed to send him into a coughing fit, leaving a sizable bright red blotch on the sleeve of his labcoat.
When he was done coughing, Carlos took a moment to catch his breath and he changed into a fresh labcoat. He felt pretty miserable. He didn’t know what to do. But he managed to text Cecil back, at least returning the niceties he’d given:
The Perfect Scientist 