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“This?
I’ve had it since Earl and I were scouts. I was surprised I still fit
it and since you were near a camp I thought it would fit the theme!”
Cecil smiled. It still had his patches from back in the day sewn on,
some sewn on better as he clearly progressed his skills.

‘Fit’ in Cecil’s opinion was probably different from Carlos’. He was pretty sure young men weren’t supposed to flash their midsections when they stretched. But it looked good on Cecil – tight, but… good.

Carlos smiled at him. “Yes, it certainly fills the theme,” he responded. “Too bad I don’t have anything – I never was in scouts. Not enough robots for me, heh.”

Cecil was still smiling at Carlos, catching where he had stared at his midriff. He hoped he had enjoyed it. Sure, it was a bit short and tight but it wasn’t as bad a fit as he thought it would be. Enough to leave things to the imagination, although Carlos did not have to imagine.

“You look perfect the way you are. Quite scientific! And handsome,” Cecil replies.

Carlos chuckled. “Oh stop… you’re too much,” he cooed and he leaned in to press another kiss to Cecil’s face.

“I missed you Carlos!” Cecil said, swooning, before pressing a kiss to Carlos’s cheek. He could spend all night just enjoying eachother.

Carlos grinned and pulled Cecil into a hug. “I missed you too, babe.” But then a thought occurred to him. “Did you bring any camping supplies?”

Cecil was enjoying the hug when the question got asked. “I brought some. Mostly what we already had at home.” He hadn’t been sure what to bring as he didn’t know where Carlos was staying.

“Oh good. Does that include another cot? Because you see how big mine is, and… it’s not very.” Carlos had been expecting to be there by himself. He was glad that Cecil was there, but arrangements needed to be made now.

“I have a sleeping bag,” Cecil answers, looking back at Carlos’s cot he could attest to it not being that big. There goes plans for cuddling anytime soon, but that could be worked on dependant on how long they planned on staying here. After all, Carlos wouldn’t stay in just a temporary lab forever.

Carlos hummed. “Well, we can pop over to the town and buy one of those double cots. We should probably already have one anyway.” He smiled at Cecil widely.

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh

“This?
I’ve had it since Earl and I were scouts. I was surprised I still fit
it and since you were near a camp I thought it would fit the theme!”
Cecil smiled. It still had his patches from back in the day sewn on,
some sewn on better as he clearly progressed his skills.

‘Fit’ in Cecil’s opinion was probably different from Carlos’. He was pretty sure young men weren’t supposed to flash their midsections when they stretched. But it looked good on Cecil – tight, but… good.

Carlos smiled at him. “Yes, it certainly fills the theme,” he responded. “Too bad I don’t have anything – I never was in scouts. Not enough robots for me, heh.”

Cecil was still smiling at Carlos, catching where he had stared at his midriff. He hoped he had enjoyed it. Sure, it was a bit short and tight but it wasn’t as bad a fit as he thought it would be. Enough to leave things to the imagination, although Carlos did not have to imagine.

“You look perfect the way you are. Quite scientific! And handsome,” Cecil replies.

Carlos chuckled. “Oh stop… you’re too much,” he cooed and he leaned in to press another kiss to Cecil’s face.

“I missed you Carlos!” Cecil said, swooning, before pressing a kiss to Carlos’s cheek. He could spend all night just enjoying eachother.

Carlos grinned and pulled Cecil into a hug. “I missed you too, babe.” But then a thought occurred to him. “Did you bring any camping supplies?”

Cecil was enjoying the hug when the question got asked. “I brought some. Mostly what we already had at home.” He hadn’t been sure what to bring as he didn’t know where Carlos was staying.

“Oh good. Does that include another cot? Because you see how big mine is, and… it’s not very.” Carlos had been expecting to be there by himself. He was glad that Cecil was there, but arrangements needed to be made now.

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

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“This?
I’ve had it since Earl and I were scouts. I was surprised I still fit
it and since you were near a camp I thought it would fit the theme!”
Cecil smiled. It still had his patches from back in the day sewn on,
some sewn on better as he clearly progressed his skills.

‘Fit’ in Cecil’s opinion was probably different from Carlos’. He was pretty sure young men weren’t supposed to flash their midsections when they stretched. But it looked good on Cecil – tight, but… good.

Carlos smiled at him. “Yes, it certainly fills the theme,” he responded. “Too bad I don’t have anything – I never was in scouts. Not enough robots for me, heh.”

Cecil was still smiling at Carlos, catching where he had stared at his midriff. He hoped he had enjoyed it. Sure, it was a bit short and tight but it wasn’t as bad a fit as he thought it would be. Enough to leave things to the imagination, although Carlos did not have to imagine.

“You look perfect the way you are. Quite scientific! And handsome,” Cecil replies.

Carlos chuckled. “Oh stop… you’re too much,” he cooed and he leaned in to press another kiss to Cecil’s face.

“I missed you Carlos!” Cecil said, swooning, before pressing a kiss to Carlos’s cheek. He could spend all night just enjoying eachother.

Carlos grinned and pulled Cecil into a hug. “I missed you too, babe.” But then a thought occurred to him. “Did you bring any camping supplies?”

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh

“This?
I’ve had it since Earl and I were scouts. I was surprised I still fit
it and since you were near a camp I thought it would fit the theme!”
Cecil smiled. It still had his patches from back in the day sewn on,
some sewn on better as he clearly progressed his skills.

‘Fit’ in Cecil’s opinion was probably different from Carlos’. He was pretty sure young men weren’t supposed to flash their midsections when they stretched. But it looked good on Cecil – tight, but… good.

Carlos smiled at him. “Yes, it certainly fills the theme,” he responded. “Too bad I don’t have anything – I never was in scouts. Not enough robots for me, heh.”

Cecil was still smiling at Carlos, catching where he had stared at his midriff. He hoped he had enjoyed it. Sure, it was a bit short and tight but it wasn’t as bad a fit as he thought it would be. Enough to leave things to the imagination, although Carlos did not have to imagine.

“You look perfect the way you are. Quite scientific! And handsome,” Cecil replies.

Carlos chuckled. “Oh stop… you’re too much,” he cooed and he leaned in to press another kiss to Cecil’s face.

tenticalkhoshekh

“This?
I’ve had it since Earl and I were scouts. I was surprised I still fit
it and since you were near a camp I thought it would fit the theme!”
Cecil smiled. It still had his patches from back in the day sewn on,
some sewn on better as he clearly progressed his skills.

‘Fit’ in Cecil’s opinion was probably different from Carlos’. He was pretty sure young men weren’t supposed to flash their midsections when they stretched. But it looked good on Cecil – tight, but… good.

Carlos smiled at him. “Yes, it certainly fills the theme,” he responded. “Too bad I don’t have anything – I never was in scouts. Not enough robots for me, heh.”

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“Sure!
Just tell me what to do,” he says, looking around for the labelling
supplies. The thought of using writing utensils was weird, this wasn’t
Night Vale.

Carlos went to a box and searched inside it for a bit before pulling out some bags and tiny plastic tupperware. He also took a labeling gun and offered it to Cecil. “Here. There’s some blank labels on my table right there as well as a marker.” He pointed to indicate where the items were. “We use the label gun to mark the place. The labels hand-done in marker are for the dates.”

Cecil grabbed the supplies and went back over to Carlos and set it up so it would be easier for them to leave. He just waited for Carlos to instruct him what to write and what to label them with.

Carlos offered Cecil to sit in his chair and started to point things out. “So these tags I wrote beforehand while collecting, we just transcribe this part into the label gun.” He did one for Cecil for a piece of pumice he found in a river bed. He stuck the label that said “PUMICE – RIVER BED .23KM” onto the top of the Tupperware container. “Then we take one of the blank labels from the sheet and write down the date. The date isn’t as important, which is why I don’t print it from the label gun.

“That sounds easy enough,” he said with a small smile, before getting to work labelling what Carlos gave him. Cecil found it almost relaxing just sitting here and labelling things with Carlos. Perhaps it was just being together again after a long separation, and not having to worry constantly about Night Vale, even if it did way heavy in the back of his mind.

Carlos was just happy to have Cecil with him while they worked. He read out tags he’d made earlier in the day for the labels and sealed the sample containers with a bright and scientific smile on his face.

At one point he leaned in to smooch Cecil on the top of his head.

Cecil was slowly finishing up what he had been given when he felt the kiss on the top of his head. His face flushed a light purple as a small grin crept across his face. If they had been in Night Vale, no doubt his markings would be wriggling around as well. Once Cecil was done, he pressed a small chaste kiss to Carlos’ cheek.

Carlos grinned as they finished up with the samples.

“And with that… we’re done. Good job, Ceec. Thanks so much for helping me!”

“I was glad to help Carlos!” He said, enjoying the presence of his scientist.

Cecil stretched a bit after sitting, his shirt riding up further.

Carlos’ eyes were drawn to the little bit of skin that showed. “When did you get that outfit, by the way?” he asked.

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

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“Sure!
Just tell me what to do,” he says, looking around for the labelling
supplies. The thought of using writing utensils was weird, this wasn’t
Night Vale.

Carlos went to a box and searched inside it for a bit before pulling out some bags and tiny plastic tupperware. He also took a labeling gun and offered it to Cecil. “Here. There’s some blank labels on my table right there as well as a marker.” He pointed to indicate where the items were. “We use the label gun to mark the place. The labels hand-done in marker are for the dates.”

Cecil grabbed the supplies and went back over to Carlos and set it up so it would be easier for them to leave. He just waited for Carlos to instruct him what to write and what to label them with.

Carlos offered Cecil to sit in his chair and started to point things out. “So these tags I wrote beforehand while collecting, we just transcribe this part into the label gun.” He did one for Cecil for a piece of pumice he found in a river bed. He stuck the label that said “PUMICE – RIVER BED .23KM” onto the top of the Tupperware container. “Then we take one of the blank labels from the sheet and write down the date. The date isn’t as important, which is why I don’t print it from the label gun.

“That sounds easy enough,” he said with a small smile, before getting to work labelling what Carlos gave him. Cecil found it almost relaxing just sitting here and labelling things with Carlos. Perhaps it was just being together again after a long separation, and not having to worry constantly about Night Vale, even if it did way heavy in the back of his mind.

Carlos was just happy to have Cecil with him while they worked. He read out tags he’d made earlier in the day for the labels and sealed the sample containers with a bright and scientific smile on his face.

At one point he leaned in to smooch Cecil on the top of his head.

Cecil was slowly finishing up what he had been given when he felt the kiss on the top of his head. His face flushed a light purple as a small grin crept across his face. If they had been in Night Vale, no doubt his markings would be wriggling around as well. Once Cecil was done, he pressed a small chaste kiss to Carlos’ cheek.

Carlos grinned as they finished up with the samples.

“And with that… we’re done. Good job, Ceec. Thanks so much for helping me!”

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“Sure!
Just tell me what to do,” he says, looking around for the labelling
supplies. The thought of using writing utensils was weird, this wasn’t
Night Vale.

Carlos went to a box and searched inside it for a bit before pulling out some bags and tiny plastic tupperware. He also took a labeling gun and offered it to Cecil. “Here. There’s some blank labels on my table right there as well as a marker.” He pointed to indicate where the items were. “We use the label gun to mark the place. The labels hand-done in marker are for the dates.”