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Carlos didn’t usually just go around kissing folks. But he was at least safe in the knowledge that Percival wouldn’t just punch him outright. Maybe.

Carlos gently touched the man’s arm to get his attention, and while Percival was turned toward him Carlos got up on his toes a bit and pressed a gentle – just a touch of the lips – kiss to the Director’s mouth.

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Percival finally sighed and just rolled his eyes. He reached forward; hand closing in the other’s shirt and tugged him forward into another kiss. 

For a split second Carlos thought that a punch was coming
after all. But when lips touched his he made a little noise and he kissed back,
humming very softly. God, he was such a dork. But it didn’t seem like Percival
minded too much. Carlos tried to relax and let him lead and take what he wanted.

Percival let go of the other’s shirt when the other kissed back. His hands moving to rest on the other’s shoulders gently instead as he took the lead on the kiss. 

He kept it gentle, and soft before he pulled back. 

Carlos opened his eyes and blinked up at Percival. He smiled
slightly – a little anxiously. “W…well…?”

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*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

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Percival gives a small sigh. “Fine fine Carlos, lots go.” He set his glass on the counter.

Carlos signaled the bartender to close the tab and he gave a
couple extra Dragots as a tip. Once that was done he drank the last bit of his
Giggle-water and slid out of his seat. Snickering, he reached for Percival’s
arm.

“He—hee-hee! C-C’mon,
Mr Graves, let’s—heh-heh-heh! – Let’s
go!”

Percival chuckled when the other giggled, taking his arm. Percival moved to the door. 

“Would you like to come to my house?… only so you don’t have to walk home by yourself, or i don’t have to walk home by myself, and you can stay in the guest room since you don’t seem to want to sleep in my room…” he mumbled as they walked. 

Carlos looked at Percival. He giggled softly. “Percy, I… I’m
a wizard. I don’t have to walk anywhere.” Though maybe he should apparate all
the same, as there was still Giggle Water in his system.

“Though with you, buddy, we’re walking. And I’ll make sure
you get there, don’t worry.” He smiled at him. He wasn’t going to pursue the
thought of Percival’s bed – especially not when he was like this.

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“No….. I… I don’t want him to hate me….. everyone else does…..I’m sorry I hurt half…”

Jamie looks at him and sighs. “It’s ok…. I’ll punch ya later.” Nuzzles against Tullk.

Tullk made a slight face, not really agreeing with Half-nut’s
easy forgiveness. But contention – especially with Peter – wouldn’t do anyone
any good right then.

“Quill… the only ones that hate you are the ones that are
upset you’re close to the Captain,” he explained. “The rest who been here a while
or are just too dumb to care about those things –“ he pointed toward Oblo “—don’t
really give a shit about it. Right now though you need to be supportin’ yer
captain. And that means tellin’ him when you have a problem with someone so he
can get rid of them – if his crew has problems with each other, it ain’t good
for business. And maybe eventually, when things calm down, you can tell him
what happened. And tell him why it went wrong. Got it?”

He nods and jumps in the water and hugs them both. “Thanks. I’m really sorry. Half wasn’t my target. He never would be.” Half smiles snuggling against tullks chest. “Go in now kid. I’m trying to relax…. feel better knowing no one’s trying to kill me…”

Tullk nodded in agreement, shooing the boy off with his hand
as he held Half-nut a tad closer to himself.

Half smiles kissing his chest lightly and yawns. “Love you Tullk. I think I’m finally going to be ok….. sorry I worried you….”

Tullk hummed. “You just get yourself feelin’ better all the
way, lad,” the older Ravager told him, and he smiled slightly.

Smiles kissing at him along his neck and up his facectracing the tatoo then lightly in his lips.

Tullk relaxed into the kiss and held Half-nut close. He was
pretty sure that not much else could happen during shore leave.

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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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“And
now you’re a big-shot scientist with several degrees!” she grinned. “I
guess you’re right,” she smiled. “I’m not trying to get famous or
anything, though. Not even trying to sell anything. Just kinda…” She
shrugged, looking for the words. “Trying to have fun and keep myself
busy, I suppose. I have a lot of downtime at home by myself.”

“And that’s perfectly fine too,” Carlos said with a smile. “Have
you ever watched Bob Ross, by the way?”

She smiled and shook her head. “Hm-mm. I have heard of him, though, and from what I’ve seen, he seemed to be a very kind and gentle man. His show just wasn’t ever anything I’ve really felt entirely interested in. You know?”

“Really?” Carlos asked. “That’s surprising. But each to
their own, I guess. I don’t know much about painting and art, but watching him
make something and with the tone of voice he uses… sometimes when I have a bad
day, it’s just nice to spend twenty minutes to watch, you know?”

“Yeah, I can understand that,” she smiled. “I think for me, it was always just the type of art that set me off of it,” she said, her tone nearly questioning. “What he made was impressive and beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t anything I, myself, would ever want to make, so it just never piqued my interest, and I never watched it,” she explained.

“Ah,” Carlos said with a nod. “I see. I guess his work just
strokes my stimming centers, you know? The, uh… it literally means ‘stimulate’,
and it’s… well, relaxing. For me – not for everyone, it seems.” He smiled at
her kindly before taking a sip of his coffee.

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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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“And
now you’re a big-shot scientist with several degrees!” she grinned. “I
guess you’re right,” she smiled. “I’m not trying to get famous or
anything, though. Not even trying to sell anything. Just kinda…” She
shrugged, looking for the words. “Trying to have fun and keep myself
busy, I suppose. I have a lot of downtime at home by myself.”

“And that’s perfectly fine too,” Carlos said with a smile. “Have
you ever watched Bob Ross, by the way?”

She smiled and shook her head. “Hm-mm. I have heard of him, though, and from what I’ve seen, he seemed to be a very kind and gentle man. His show just wasn’t ever anything I’ve really felt entirely interested in. You know?”

“Really?” Carlos asked. “That’s surprising. But each to
their own, I guess. I don’t know much about painting and art, but watching him
make something and with the tone of voice he uses… sometimes when I have a bad
day, it’s just nice to spend twenty minutes to watch, you know?”

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*he
chuckled slightly* honestly, i don’t know what’ll do.. but i-it’s more…
i don’t really want to go outside ? *he lowers his voice* t-their
always outside..

They? Who’s they?

* he glances at the floor, muttering* the.. shadow people…

The… shadow people… uh, okay. Um, Max? Has there been a mysterious fog that appeared that you know of? One that turns people into shadows, perhaps? *he hasn’t seen anything but he wondered if it was the same event from Night Vale.*

f-fog? *he thinks for a minute before shaking his head* not that i know of… why?

Oh. It’s just… never mind, then – it’s not important. So…
the shadow people you see… are they harmful?

well.. they weren’t before but now they… t-they’ve been saying weird things…

What sort of things, Max?

*he looks at the ground again, nervously pulling at his hoodie* … th-.. they tell me who’s going to die next a-and then that person dies… they a-also said i have to follow them o-or bad things will happen…

*Carlos is distressed by this. He needed to do research and
try to figure out what was going on* How long has this been going on, Max?

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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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“And
now you’re a big-shot scientist with several degrees!” she grinned. “I
guess you’re right,” she smiled. “I’m not trying to get famous or
anything, though. Not even trying to sell anything. Just kinda…” She
shrugged, looking for the words. “Trying to have fun and keep myself
busy, I suppose. I have a lot of downtime at home by myself.”

“And that’s perfectly fine too,” Carlos said with a smile. “Have
you ever watched Bob Ross, by the way?”