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Carlos kept smiling and nodded. “Yeah… sure,” he said,
trying to sound at least a little casual and not nervous at all; or not as
nervous as he was. “Do you… wanna run and get us some towels while I look for a
fresh pair of underwear?” Carlos cringed a little at his wording – he should
have just said ‘clean clothes’.

“Yeah, alright. I’ll get the bath started and find us some towels.” He still wasn’t sure Carlos really wanted to do this, but if he said he did, he’d trust the other man was telling him the truth. With a little smile, Hancock got up and pecked him on the cheek then headed into his bedroom, stripping out of his first few layers of clothing before stepping into the bathroom to start a bath and pull out towels, setting them near the tub.

Carlos smiled a bit at the kiss on the cheek. It always gave
him little tingles when Hancock kissed him. Every
time.

Carlos got up and went to the bedroom to grab his clothes –
for now just a set of boxers and his undershirt.  He thought for a moment but then also
searched for a pair for Hancock. Though what he found, distressed him a little
bit – Hancock’s briefs obviously had seen better days… maybe twenty years ago.
They were clean just… not white. Carlos decided to go grab another pair of his
instead for Hancock before heading to the bathroom, making a mental note to
find out Hancock’s waist size and seeing about ordering some from Daisy.

Carlos poked his head in and smiled over at Hancock. “Hey.”

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“Well…
I haven’t been screamed at yet….. must be because I’m blue.” Grins at
carlos and follows him to the main room checking all the windows we’re
covered good only then taking a seat and taking the hood off again but
he stayed on edge his arrow bared and a whistle waiting on his lips if
he needed it. He glanced at the two Terrans. “So…. carlos yer boy… he’s…
well…..he’s ok…. nothing wrong with him…. found him on a space colony
m-Marvin. Little shit hole of s place….. but we was lucky he was there.
Pretty sure we’d have been like my dead without him.” Smiles at carlos.
“I.. made him a deal. Fix my ship…. I bring ya home. I keep ma
promises.”

“He was at a space colony?” Mikey asked. “For nearly a year?”

“How did it all happen?” Mr Ramon asked Carlos. “You were
telling me that Hammertech was failing and you lost your job, and then… you
stopped returning my calls. I sent emails and I called your landlord and the
police and…”

“I know, Dad – I know, I know,” Carlos said quickly. “But…
well, I was abducted.” Carlos sighed and started to tell the story. About the
Xandarians, the Nova Corps, and then getting abducted again.

“Again??” Mr Ramon exclaimed. “What is it about humans that makes people want to take them??”

“Wellllll to be honest slaves that won’t talk back. Whatcwith ya all not being space faring save the occasional few it’s like a good stock of slaves….. my species were much the same ya see….. we were a lot like Terrans…. until we were all snatched up…… but Terrans are still to squishy to be used as battle slaves and such. Haven’t evolved enough to be deemed dangerous and useful…… dangerous….. only to soloists…. but against a large group? No. Our smallest little space rat could take a terran out no joke. But every now and then there’s someone out there that gets a itch for Terrans they need ya scratch and there ya go…. now… just ya be clear… I didn’t avduct ya. My moron boys did. But… don’t see ya complaining now carlos.” Grins at him.

Mr Ramon just seemed concerned.

“The Xandarians that got me were just having fun – they weren’t
looking for a slave,” Carlos said quickly. “Yondu’s guys – Kraglin and Peter –
they were looking for an engineer. They were in a bad spot and they needed
someone who could fix their engines, and they thought that person could be me.”

“They were right of course,” Mikey quipped with a grin. “You
were one of Hammer’s best engineers so they got lucky!”

“Peter… that’s a human name,” Mr Ramon said with a slight
frown.

Carlos blinked. He looked at Yondu, wondering if he wanted
to explain that.

“Peters my son. Adopted of course terran… mama died…and well… I knew her….. so I took the boy under my wing. One of the best crew I got but my boy first and foremost…..” he peeks out the shades to check the darkness and if light was starting to show. He was edgy worried. Even scared.

Carlos looked to Yondu. He took his arm and gave it a gentle
squeeze, hoping to calm him down a bit.

“You adopted a human child?” Mr Ramon asked him.

“Yeah,” Carlos said. “Peter’s a great kid – he grew up in
space so he’s well-adapted.”

Yondu nods then his ears twitch and he sees the flashing lights and sirens and in a blur he was up and zipping down the hall and trying to crawl under the bed as quick as he could.

Mikey and Mr Ramon were shocked when Yondu bolted. Carlos got
up and ran right after him. “Yondu! Yondu, it’s okay!” Carlos called after him.

Yondu had gone to Mr Ramon’s room and Carlos knelt right
beside the blue man. “Yondu, that was just an ambulance – a medical car.
Someone probably just got in a car accident. It’s not for us, Yondu, I promise.”

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“Well,”
arsenic said “her upper half is that of a dark green anthro cat, but
her lower half is covered in scales like a dinosaur, and she is four
feet in hight. Something else to note is that her signature color is
glowing green, so if anyone sees that, they should tell the media.”

Carlos frowned at them. “Um… is there a way to distinguish
her from a librarian? Or just… green?” he asked them.

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Carlos: *picks up @max-searchhistory* This is my new son.

Carlos: *picks up @dedmaxsearchhistory* This is also my new son. He’s a rescue.

W hA t

Hi, ‘W hA t’. I’m Dadlos.

That doesn’t make any sense.

It’s a dad joke. It doesn’t have to make sense 🙂

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Watch your mouth, young man! ♥ Love you!

I don’t know how to feel about this.. *squint*

*smiles at him* I’m just teasing you, kiddo.

Jeez, okay.

Come here *grabs him and pulls him into a hug*

N oo

Yis. This is a Dad thing to do as well. *hugs him closer*

“Quick, take my hand, it’s urgent!” (whispers-of-change)

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Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.

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“No,
no, no, no, no, the gray is wonderful!” she grinned. “It makes you
look…” She paused for a moment, searching for the right word.
“Distinguished,” she established. “You look like you’re somebody who’s
wise enough to know things about the world. It looks nice.”

Carlos smiled and looked down bashfully. “At a risk of
sounding repetitive… thank you. You really know how to flatter a guy!”

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“Welp,” arsenic asked “weres the hotel?”

Carlos smiled at them. He changed over to Google maps and
looked. “There’s one in Downtown Night Vale next to the Red Lobster.”

“See ya.” arsenic said, heading for the hotel.

A few days later, arsenic was hanging out in there hotel room, when they heard an echoing “six…six…six.” over and over again “tripplesix.” gasped arsenic “shes coming for nightvale.”

((Please tell me if im rushing the plot.))

Carlos worked in his lab as usual, helping the Literal Rock
Band record their new single.

Arsenic felt like they should tell someone about the fact that tripplesix was coming. They checked there phone (witch runs on an infinite imrobablilty drive from hitchikers giude to the galaxy) and sure enogh, like it always did, the phone had made contacts for the people who would be relevant in there life.

Arsenic consided calling carlos, but they didnt want to scare him, and it had been so long since there version of carlos had been alive that they had forgoten were he lived.

They decided to lurk on the edge of town until they saw carlos, and then, they reasoned they could tell him that tripplesix was coming for nightvale without being creepy.

Things were going well in the lab during the recording
session and Carlos quickly saved the sound onto his computer. He put a sample
on a usb stick and went out to head to the record store to try and see if they’d
be interested in selling their music.

Arsenic was lurking around the edeges of nightvale, when they saw carlos.

“CARLOS!” they shouted, runnining up to him “tripplesix is coming for nightvale!” suddenly, the reapeating “six….six…..six” echoing in arseic’s ears got just a teensy bit louder. “Its louder.” arsenic said, there ears going up in alert.

Carlos jumped in shock. He was just outside the records
store when they found him. He looked to them as what they told him caught up. “Wait…
are you saying they followed you?” he asked.

“Yeah, she followed me.” arsenic said. Arsenic was upset. The memories of there friends and family were gone, and now tripplesix was coming for anything else they could possibly get attached to.

“Dios Mio,” Carlos
murmured. “What… what should we do?” He thought already to give Cecil a call about whatever was going on. Maybe he could warn Night Vale’s citizens.

In this moment arsenic also began to think.

“I could just leave this dimension and spare them the trouble,” arsenic thought “or, i could use this to get rid of tripplesix, witch ill never end up doing otherwise, and i might end up spending the rest of my life hopping dimensions, making bonds and seeing them broken by tripplesix, if i dont use this to get rid of her.”

“What does she look like?” Carlos suddenly asked Arsenic. “I’ve
got to call the radio station so they can put out the word. Who are we looking
for?”

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“Well…
I haven’t been screamed at yet….. must be because I’m blue.” Grins at
carlos and follows him to the main room checking all the windows we’re
covered good only then taking a seat and taking the hood off again but
he stayed on edge his arrow bared and a whistle waiting on his lips if
he needed it. He glanced at the two Terrans. “So…. carlos yer boy… he’s…
well…..he’s ok…. nothing wrong with him…. found him on a space colony
m-Marvin. Little shit hole of s place….. but we was lucky he was there.
Pretty sure we’d have been like my dead without him.” Smiles at carlos.
“I.. made him a deal. Fix my ship…. I bring ya home. I keep ma
promises.”

“He was at a space colony?” Mikey asked. “For nearly a year?”

“How did it all happen?” Mr Ramon asked Carlos. “You were
telling me that Hammertech was failing and you lost your job, and then… you
stopped returning my calls. I sent emails and I called your landlord and the
police and…”

“I know, Dad – I know, I know,” Carlos said quickly. “But…
well, I was abducted.” Carlos sighed and started to tell the story. About the
Xandarians, the Nova Corps, and then getting abducted again.

“Again??” Mr Ramon exclaimed. “What is it about humans that makes people want to take them??”

“Wellllll to be honest slaves that won’t talk back. Whatcwith ya all not being space faring save the occasional few it’s like a good stock of slaves….. my species were much the same ya see….. we were a lot like Terrans…. until we were all snatched up…… but Terrans are still to squishy to be used as battle slaves and such. Haven’t evolved enough to be deemed dangerous and useful…… dangerous….. only to soloists…. but against a large group? No. Our smallest little space rat could take a terran out no joke. But every now and then there’s someone out there that gets a itch for Terrans they need ya scratch and there ya go…. now… just ya be clear… I didn’t avduct ya. My moron boys did. But… don’t see ya complaining now carlos.” Grins at him.

Mr Ramon just seemed concerned.

“The Xandarians that got me were just having fun – they weren’t
looking for a slave,” Carlos said quickly. “Yondu’s guys – Kraglin and Peter –
they were looking for an engineer. They were in a bad spot and they needed
someone who could fix their engines, and they thought that person could be me.”

“They were right of course,” Mikey quipped with a grin. “You
were one of Hammer’s best engineers so they got lucky!”

“Peter… that’s a human name,” Mr Ramon said with a slight
frown.

Carlos blinked. He looked at Yondu, wondering if he wanted
to explain that.

“Peters my son. Adopted of course terran… mama died…and well… I knew her….. so I took the boy under my wing. One of the best crew I got but my boy first and foremost…..” he peeks out the shades to check the darkness and if light was starting to show. He was edgy worried. Even scared.

Carlos looked to Yondu. He took his arm and gave it a gentle
squeeze, hoping to calm him down a bit.

“You adopted a human child?” Mr Ramon asked him.

“Yeah,” Carlos said. “Peter’s a great kid – he grew up in
space so he’s well-adapted.”

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“Well…
I haven’t been screamed at yet….. must be because I’m blue.” Grins at
carlos and follows him to the main room checking all the windows we’re
covered good only then taking a seat and taking the hood off again but
he stayed on edge his arrow bared and a whistle waiting on his lips if
he needed it. He glanced at the two Terrans. “So…. carlos yer boy… he’s…
well…..he’s ok…. nothing wrong with him…. found him on a space colony
m-Marvin. Little shit hole of s place….. but we was lucky he was there.
Pretty sure we’d have been like my dead without him.” Smiles at carlos.
“I.. made him a deal. Fix my ship…. I bring ya home. I keep ma
promises.”

“He was at a space colony?” Mikey asked. “For nearly a year?”

“How did it all happen?” Mr Ramon asked Carlos. “You were
telling me that Hammertech was failing and you lost your job, and then… you
stopped returning my calls. I sent emails and I called your landlord and the
police and…”

“I know, Dad – I know, I know,” Carlos said quickly. “But…
well, I was abducted.” Carlos sighed and started to tell the story. About the
Xandarians, the Nova Corps, and then getting abducted again.

“Again??” Mr Ramon exclaimed. “What is it about humans that makes people want to take them??”

“Wellllll to be honest slaves that won’t talk back. Whatcwith ya all not being space faring save the occasional few it’s like a good stock of slaves….. my species were much the same ya see….. we were a lot like Terrans…. until we were all snatched up…… but Terrans are still to squishy to be used as battle slaves and such. Haven’t evolved enough to be deemed dangerous and useful…… dangerous….. only to soloists…. but against a large group? No. Our smallest little space rat could take a terran out no joke. But every now and then there’s someone out there that gets a itch for Terrans they need ya scratch and there ya go…. now… just ya be clear… I didn’t avduct ya. My moron boys did. But… don’t see ya complaining now carlos.” Grins at him.

Mr Ramon just seemed concerned.

“The Xandarians that got me were just having fun – they weren’t
looking for a slave,” Carlos said quickly. “Yondu’s guys – Kraglin and Peter –
they were looking for an engineer. They were in a bad spot and they needed
someone who could fix their engines, and they thought that person could be me.”

“They were right of course,” Mikey quipped with a grin. “You
were one of Hammer’s best engineers so they got lucky!”

“Peter… that’s a human name,” Mr Ramon said with a slight
frown.

Carlos blinked. He looked at Yondu, wondering if he wanted
to explain that.