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“Hey, Flug! How are things going? Have you discovered anything new about the parasitic tissue and its effects?”

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“Hey Carlos, I have! It’s given me powers. I plan to test out the more destructive elements by doing something low maintenance. Maybe robbing a bank.”

“Haha! Or maybe try wrecking a junker car? Mindless destruction is always a great pastime!”

“Haha! Carlos, there’s no profit in that! We have to stay ahead of the game.”

“Well, if you have to make it useful you could always write about it. The only difference between science and dinking around is writing it down, after all.”

“True, but why waste a perfectly good set of powers on a thesis paper when instead I could be infiltrating the bank downtown. They think they have the most state of the art security? Childs play.”

“Hahaha!” Carlos paused for a moment though, thinking about Flug’s words. “I’m, uh… not being hypothetical about destroying a car. I think we – or rather, you – should do it.”

“Nor am I about the bank robbing.”

“What? Really? Why?” Carlos is more confused than anything right now.

“B-because I’m evil. I thought I mentioned this. Sorry about that. But hey, being evil is great, and if you want to try doing evil deeds we have a special for up and coming villains.”

“I… I thought you were joking, honestly. Because, you know… ‘Evil Mad Scientist – haha, that’s funny’.”

“Hey, Flug! How are things going? Have you discovered anything new about the parasitic tissue and its effects?”

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“Hey Carlos, I have! It’s given me powers. I plan to test out the more destructive elements by doing something low maintenance. Maybe robbing a bank.”

“Haha! Or maybe try wrecking a junker car? Mindless destruction is always a great pastime!”

“Haha! Carlos, there’s no profit in that! We have to stay ahead of the game.”

“Well, if you have to make it useful you could always write about it. The only difference between science and dinking around is writing it down, after all.”

“True, but why waste a perfectly good set of powers on a thesis paper when instead I could be infiltrating the bank downtown. They think they have the most state of the art security? Childs play.”

“Hahaha!” Carlos paused for a moment though, thinking about Flug’s words. “I’m, uh… not being hypothetical about destroying a car. I think we – or rather, you – should do it.”

“Nor am I about the bank robbing.”

“What? Really? Why?” Carlos is more confused than anything right now.

“Hey, Flug! How are things going? Have you discovered anything new about the parasitic tissue and its effects?”

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“Hey Carlos, I have! It’s given me powers. I plan to test out the more destructive elements by doing something low maintenance. Maybe robbing a bank.”

“Haha! Or maybe try wrecking a junker car? Mindless destruction is always a great pastime!”

“Haha! Carlos, there’s no profit in that! We have to stay ahead of the game.”

“Well, if you have to make it useful you could always write about it. The only difference between science and dinking around is writing it down, after all.”

“True, but why waste a perfectly good set of powers on a thesis paper when instead I could be infiltrating the bank downtown. They think they have the most state of the art security? Childs play.”

“Hahaha!” Carlos paused for a moment though, thinking about Flug’s words. “I’m, uh… not being hypothetical about destroying a car. I think we – or rather, you – should do it.”

“Hey, Flug! How are things going? Have you discovered anything new about the parasitic tissue and its effects?”

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“Hey Carlos, I have! It’s given me powers. I plan to test out the more destructive elements by doing something low maintenance. Maybe robbing a bank.”

“Haha! Or maybe try wrecking a junker car? Mindless destruction is always a great pastime!”

“Haha! Carlos, there’s no profit in that! We have to stay ahead of the game.”

“Well, if you have to make it useful you could always write about it. The only difference between science and dinking around is writing it down, after all.”

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Carlos made a little noise, but in a moment he was smiling almost stupidly against Hancock’s mouth. He pressed a couple more kisses to Hancock’s mouth before looking him in the eyes. “You are so sweet to me,” Carlos murmured, still smiling at him.

“That’s how people are supposed to be when they care about each other, isn’t it?” He chuckled lightly as he looped his arms around Carlos’ neck and idly played with his hair as he stared into his eyes. “Maybe you just inspire me to be especially sugary, hmm? I like seeing you smile.”

Carlos struggled for a moment not to shut his eyes at the hand in his hair. It was… just such a weak spot for him. But he managed to keep his eyes locked with Hancock’s. “I like seeing you smile too,” he said softly. “You look really relaxed when you do… Erh, not that I think you’re full of stress or anything, just… I just like it… too.” Damn. “I like your smile. Just… yeah.”

“Are you okay?”

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“Huh? Oh, yeah, hon – I’m okay.” He reaches to take Cecil’s hand and leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.

       “Good. You worry me, you know.” He accepts the affection with a worried little smile, and sighs lightly, giving Carlos’s hand a squeeze.

Carlos smiled at him. “It’s okay, Cecil,” he said. “I’m a Scientist. A scientist is mostly fine. But maybe, if it’d help… I could take an afternoon off from being a scientist? And we can go do something together?”

The Vampire of Night Vale

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     Cecil smiled despite himself, despite the situation at hand. It
was a tired smile, but a deep one, fond and full. He breathed in slowly
and felt a little bit more alive for Carlos’s ministrations, a little
less like… like a corpse. Like a vampire.

       “You may be a scientist,” he whispered lovingly, “and a great scientist, the smartest there is… but you’re also my husband.”

       Carlos’s pain and fear for him still cut Cecil like a knife
into his cold white skin, but the radio host was also warmed by that
love that Carlos had for him that was greater than Science, greater than
life and all that filled it. It was the love that Cecil had for Carlos,
too, impossible to contain, keeping him alive (pretty literally, to be perfectly honest).

      “Yeah, I guess I am. I think you’re right… Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

Carlos glanced at Cecil. “Oh –– absolutely, honey!”

He reached out and grabbed a couple of the stones from the table before turning back to Cecil.

“I would absolutely do anything for you. I may be very uncertain with what we are dealing with at the moment, Cecil, but there are two things that I know: I love you.”

       “I love you, too,” Cecil replied softly, his smile deepening further still, even if it did not widen, did not quite light the tired pink eyes turned towards his husband. The breath he drew in was soft but audible as he asked, “What’s the other thing?” 

Carlos smiled at him, gentle and loving. “You just said it,” he said. They’d had this conversation before at least a couple times; Carlos was still trying to decide if this was now a ‘thing’ for them, or if Cecil genuinely forgot the two things that Carlos knew.

He held a stone out for Cecil. “Um… try sucking on it first… see if that does it. I don’t want you to try hurting your teeth right away.”

       “OK,” Cecil said gently, warmed by the reassurance, the words that made him feel full of the love he had for Carlos, and soothed by the love that Carlos had for him. It took on a sense that was almost physical, adding to that sense of rejuvenation. 

       He put his lips onto the stone and began to suck on it lightly. It did help, and he soon felt relief washing over him that was tangible. Once he was finished, he slowly sat up, and stretched his stiff and weary limbs. “Thank you… That is much better.”

Carlos sat up with Cecil, smiling at him. “Really? You feel okay?” he asked. “Er, I mean, in consideration of your current state, at least?” Carlos didn’t know if ‘okay’ was going to happen anytime soon… or ever, really. He just hoped that together the two of them could pull through. They should… they were in love, and Carlos was a scientist.

Max grows up to be carlos the scientist

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yeah.. i mean, pureston cut his hand on the glass and my throat got fucked up from the smoke, but we were alright

Hey – Language. But wow… that sounds very frightening. I’m… I’m glad you’re here to tell about it. You okay coming back in the Mess?

yeah, i mean, this is probably going to bring the nightmares back but when’s the last time i gave shyt about that *he walked into the kitchen*

*Carlos blinks after Max but slowly follows him* Uh… okay, if you’re sure…? *Carlos was not reassured at all. But Max needed some water* Um, where are the cups?

i dunno, but i know there’s juice boxes in the back room and those have straws, could *hic* those work instead of water?

I suppose so… but they’re not very big. *he starts to open cupboards to look for a glass of water* Besides, aren’t those for lunch activities or something?

i dunno.. *he shrugs slightly, checking the lower cupboards* i don’t think we’ve had a camp act-*hic*-ivity the entire time i’ve been here… this camp is a giant mess

Do you… not have a schedule or something? Are there no counselors in this particular spot in the multi-verse? Angie must go to a different plane of the camp, I guess… hm… *scientist thinking noises as he pulls a cup from a cupboard*

the only counselor i know is David, but i don’t think he really knows what he’s doing, wait is Jason a counselor? if he is then i know two counselors but not a schedule..

Angela didn’t tell me about a ‘Jason’. Huh… Well, here *offers him cup*. Let’s look for a straw now.

*he looked down at the cup for a second before nodding* he’s a cultist who worships Zeemoog! he’s cool

*freezes as he has a drawer pulled out. He looks at Max* A what? Max, ‘cultist’ implies that he’s dangerous… don’t you mean a devout, or disciple?

maybe.. but i’m pretty sure he’s a cultist cause he make sacrifices to Zeemoog! he also wears alot of white… he once gave me a popsicle but i found who they human blood in them, it was weird

… Max… I’m going to tell you now that you shouldn’t interact with him anymore. I would have made a joke about his name being ‘Jason’ already having been an indication of that, but… this is no joke.

what? why? why do you always keep me from hanging out with the cool people of camp..

He makes sacrifices to a god, Max. I’m assuming that you’re talking about, like, blood sacrifices, right?

.. i dunno.. y-yeah.. *he glanced away, clearly upset* 

Max, people just don’t sacrifice animals anymore – at least not in the western world. If someone abuses an animal and calls it worship in this society… I have serious concerns about their mental stability and health. Do you understand?

*he hesitates before nodding, frowning as he looked down into the cup* but Zeemoog needs it..

*Carlos looks into the drawer and finds some straws wrapped in paper sleeves. He grabs one and shuts the drawer* Here you go, Max. Can you reach the sink?

i usually have to stand on a chair to reach it.. *he takes and opens the straw, dropping it in the cup and throwing out the wrapper*

Okay. Do you need help, or should I get a stool then?

a stood could work, thanks *he smiles slightly*

Alright. *he looks around a bit more and finds one in the pantry. he puts it next to the sink for Max*

*he says another quiet ‘thanks’ as he climbed up the stool, filling the cup about half way and drinking through the straw*

*Carlos just stood by and watched him, waiting to see if the water and straw helped.*

*after a minute, no more hicc-ups! he smiled, setting the cup down* yay!

*Carlos smiles.* Awesome. Okay, rinse out the cup and set it on the counter.

*he dumped the rest of the water in the sink and raised it* why do i have to raise if it only had water in it?

Backwash. It’s better to be safe. Let’s get back to your tent, Max. I’ll bet your duckies are missing you.

maybe.. hey, what time is it? *he hopped of the stool, walking towards the exit*

About four in the after noon.

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Carlos giggled at that, a greasy hand coming up to cover part of his face. “Don’t you mean ‘nerdy’?” he asked jokingly. “That- that’s not to say I’m unappreciative of the affection though. It’s… it’s nice.” Ugh, he was such a dork.

“Science-y, nerdy, same thing. Either way, it’s sexy.” He winked, unfazed by any awkwardness Carlos may have felt he was displaying as he leaned in to take the other’s chin and turn his face toward him to plant a second kiss on his lips.

Carlos made a little noise, but in a moment he was smiling almost stupidly against Hancock’s mouth. He pressed a couple more kisses to Hancock’s mouth before looking him in the eyes. “You are so sweet to me,” Carlos murmured, still smiling at him.