Newt smiled happily, and nodded. “You and my mother would get along very well.” He said with a chuckle.
Edwardo looked at Newt curiously. He smiled. “Oh? She sounds lovely already. If you don’t mind me asking, Newt, what’s your family like?”
Tag: carlos
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☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder
Newt had been walking down the street, case in hand when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He paused, not sure who was there, but he turned to see–
“Carlos?” He asked in disbelief. It had been ages since he’d last seen the man. What were the chances of seeing him again?
“It
is.” Newt nodded, and looked over as they were approached for their
order. He ordered for the both of them, but let Carlos pick his drink
while he ordered himself a tea. He settled against the chair as they
waited, looking down at his case and smiling softly as it rattled.Carlos got some pumpkin juice to go with his meal and let the menu in his hands fly away back to where it was needed.
He heard the rattling, but initially Carlos didn’t understand where it was coming from. He looked down to see if Newt was tapping his foot when he noticed the case.
“Oh! Is everything okay in there?”
Newt looked up at the question, and smiled. “Yes, they’re just a little restless. I think that was Mary, actually.” He said. “One of the Erumpent babies.” He clarified.
“Oh!” Carlos exclaimed in an excited tone. “A baby? That’s so nice – is she new? How old is she?”
Creature Problems (closed w/ nothereforpuffskeins)
Newt gratefully accepted the conchas, and smiled warmly at the man. “Thank you.” He said, and began to nibble on it as well. “These are incredible, Edwardo.” He complimented.
“Thank you very much, Newt,” Edwardo said with a beaming grin. “If you want some more to take with you, you let me know, alright?”
“He’s getting to the Abuelito stage of his life,” Carlos whispered to Newt with a slight smirk. “He’s going to make sure you have more than enough food to eat while you’re here and when you go.”
Newt smiled gratefully at the offer, and took another bite. He tilted his head at the comment, and smiled. “Abuelito?” He asked quietly. “What’s that?” He asked.
“It means ‘little old man’,” Carlos told him. “It happens to old Hispanic people who do nothing but cook all day.”
“I can hear you, Carlito,” Edwardo said suddenly with a teasing smile to his son. “I may be old, but not old enough for my hearing to go quite yet.”
Carlos just smiled innocently at his father.
Newt smiled, and looked down with a silent chuckle. “It’s a good trait.” He said, looking to Edwardo. “It will make many people happy.” He added.
“And I like making people happy,” Edwardo agreed. “One of the surest ways to make others’ happy is through their stomach. And cooking for two boys certainly gave me a lot of practice.”
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☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder
Newt had been walking down the street, case in hand when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He paused, not sure who was there, but he turned to see–
“Carlos?” He asked in disbelief. It had been ages since he’d last seen the man. What were the chances of seeing him again?
“It
is.” Newt nodded, and looked over as they were approached for their
order. He ordered for the both of them, but let Carlos pick his drink
while he ordered himself a tea. He settled against the chair as they
waited, looking down at his case and smiling softly as it rattled.
Carlos got some pumpkin juice to go with his meal and let the menu in his hands fly away back to where it was needed.
He heard the rattling, but initially Carlos didn’t understand where it was coming from. He looked down to see if Newt was tapping his foot when he noticed the case.
“Oh! Is everything okay in there?”
Creature Problems (closed w/ nothereforpuffskeins)
Newt gratefully accepted the conchas, and smiled warmly at the man. “Thank you.” He said, and began to nibble on it as well. “These are incredible, Edwardo.” He complimented.
“Thank you very much, Newt,” Edwardo said with a beaming grin. “If you want some more to take with you, you let me know, alright?”
“He’s getting to the Abuelito stage of his life,” Carlos whispered to Newt with a slight smirk. “He’s going to make sure you have more than enough food to eat while you’re here and when you go.”
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☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder
Newt had been walking down the street, case in hand when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He paused, not sure who was there, but he turned to see–
“Carlos?” He asked in disbelief. It had been ages since he’d last seen the man. What were the chances of seeing him again?
“Muggles.” He corrected, chuckling quietly. “And the bangers are good.” He added. “Chips are…” He paused, trying to think of how to explain them. “They’re like chopped up potato that we fry up, so they’re crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.” He explained.
Carlos tried to imagine it as Newt explained it. “Okay… well, there’s not much that can go wrong with potatoes. Those sound good too.” Carlos looked at the menu again. “Okay – Guinness stew. Does it have actual Guinness in it?”
Newt smiled, and nodded a little. “It does. I’ve never had it, but my brother quite enjoys it.” He said, looking over the menu. “I’m likely going to have the fish and chips. They don’t have that in America, I’ve quite missed it.” He said.
Carlos nodded as he looked over the options. “I think the Bangers and Mash is good… Mash is more potatoes, right?”
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☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder
Newt had been walking down the street, case in hand when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He paused, not sure who was there, but he turned to see–
“Carlos?” He asked in disbelief. It had been ages since he’d last seen the man. What were the chances of seeing him again?
“Muggles.” He corrected, chuckling quietly. “And the bangers are good.” He added. “Chips are…” He paused, trying to think of how to explain them. “They’re like chopped up potato that we fry up, so they’re crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.” He explained.
Carlos tried to imagine it as Newt explained it. “Okay… well, there’s not much that can go wrong with potatoes. Those sound good too.” Carlos looked at the menu again. “Okay – Guinness stew. Does it have actual Guinness in it?”
Creature Problems (closed w/ nothereforpuffskeins)
Newt smiled, and nodded a little as well. “Thank you.” He said again. “I really appreciate this.”
“Of course, Newt,” Mr Ramon told him with a smile. He looked down at his desert and gently tore off a piece from the pastry. “We appreciate you being here. Carlos doesn’t have very many wizard friends, you know.”
Newt contently continued to nibble on his own pastry, and he smiled softly. “It’s my pleasure, Mr. Ramon.” He replied both politely and honestly.
Carlos’ father just smiled at him. “You can call me Edwardo if you’d
like.” He chuckled. “Are all young British wizards so polite, or is it just
you?”Mikey snorted softly. “Pops, you’re going all ‘wistful old man’ on us.”
Newt smiled shyly, and looked down for a moment. “Just well brought up, I suppose.” He responded, finishing up his pastry.
“Oh, that’s very nice!” Mr Ramon told him.
Carlos wondered about Newt’s parents. Did they know that he talked to No-Majs, even though it was against the law? Were they a looser family, in regards to the law, or were they strict?
“Would you like another conchas Newt?” Carlos offered politely.
As the summer days rolled by, a full moon crept closer and closer. Thankfully, the woods surrounding the camp were large and caves were scatted everywhere, maybe Carlos could wait this out in a cave? all he had to do was find one and hope some other animal didn’t make its home there, right? -(the worse starter maker) L
Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
he huffed slightly, looking at the entrance of the cave
Carlos lifted an eyebrow in confusion. “You… do?“ he guessed.
he whined quietly, laying his head down
Carlos didn’t understand. “Drake, what do you want?” he asked.
he hesitated slightly before nunging his head against his hand, seeming abit upset
Carlos was very confused and he was honestly pretty worried. “Drake do you… need me to do something for you? Do you need me to help you?” He wasn’t even sure if Drake could understand his speech, but Carlos was going to try anyway. There wasn’t much else he could do.
he chirped softly, laying his head on Carlos’ lap, it didn’t seem like he understood the other at all
Carlos frowned, but he reached down to pet Drake’s head as he hoped to soothe the creature. He wasn’t sure what else he could do.
Maybe though, later, he could walk with Drake to the stream. It might be nice to have company.
Have To | Carlos & Standing Bear
Carlos was nervous and scared. Honestly, he worried that his weight and grip would impede Standing Bear too much, but at the same time he really, really didn’t want to let go. His Pipboy clicked wildly, warning them of the rads in the water. Carlos wished sometimes there was a way to silence it.
“L-let me know if-if it gets too hard to swim,” Carlos murmured right next to the other man’s ear. He didn’t know what he’d do, but… he didn’t know.
Bear knew the sound but ignored it. Radiation sickness was just another part of life. He knew ways to make eating and drinking safer, but for now… Bear ignore Carlos’ comment, too. They would make it across. Standing Bear was not about to let Carlos attempt to swim himself, injured as he was. But Bear was injured as well. He was just better at hiding it.
They got to the other side, Bear looked paler, but helped Carlos onto the bank before crawling up himself. His red shirt was dripping with water, and blood, the wound to his side only briefly halted in bleeding from the cold river water.
Carlos got off of Standing Bear as soon as he could, though he did pull on his shoulder a bit as he did. Carlos couldn’t help the little whine he made as he dropped his bag and rubbed at his arm. However, looking back at Standing Bear had him concerned.
“Uh – Bear, are you okay? Oh no – how bad are you hurt?” Had Carlos not noticed it? He didn’t look good.
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