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“That works, yeah. And we hadn’t had dinner yet, I can bring something by if you’d like. Want to say….half an hour, to give you time to do a little prep before we arrive?” She was trying not to be overbearing, letting him have final say in the plans.

“Yeah, if you want to. I have some gluten-free mac and cheese here, and that’s enough to make her and me happy without burning the house down.” Carlos chuckled. “But you’re welcome to bring food over tonight if you want to. Half an hour sounds good… or whatever ‘half an hour’ means for me here in Night Vale. I’ll expect you soon.”

“I’ll whip something up while Angie finishes getting ready, then. See you in a bit~” Without further preamble, the Fae woman hung up her phone to give their daughter the time frame for the trip to Carlos’ apartment. The real question was what to bring over that wouldn’t necessarily need bread or gluten in it.

Still, a half an hour later as promised, the door in the apartment that connected to Mia’s pocket dimension swung open to allow both child and guardian to enter, a pot of sloppy joe-covered tater tots held in Mia’s hands.

“Knock knock~”

“Papa! Hi!”

Carlos came trotting in, wearing a simple pair of sweat pants and an old tshirt and no socks. At the sight of Angie his heart leapt – higher than usual – and he hurried forward, dropping down to his knees to pull her into his arms.

“Angie! It’s good to see you!”

He wasn’t sure why he was so excited – they’d been talking regularly on the phone and through email or face-time. But just seeing her… it made him ridiculously happy, for some reason.

Angie returned the hug enthusiastically, an excited giggle escaping her as she threw her arms around her Papa’s neck. “It’s good to see you too, Papa! Mama said that she was going to be joining us for dinner tonight? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, Angie,” Mia was heading for the kitchen as she spoke. “Your Papa and I just need to talk to you about something together before I leave you two to your visit, but it’s nothing bad. Right, Carlos?”

Hopefully, Carlos couldn’t help but think to himself. But Mia was here, he reminded himself. She wouldn’t let anything bad happen.

“That’s right, Angie,” Carlos said as he pulled back from the hug enough to look at her. “This visit’s going to be a little different, and it’s going to require you to be very responsible, okay? Can you be responsible for me?”

“I can be responsible,” she agreed, nodding as she looked up at him. “Do you need my help with something? Do I get to help you with a project?” Obviously, Angie’s idea of something requiring responsibility was a lot more mundane than the current situation.

“Well, yes,” Carlos said. He stood up and took her hand. “Come on in. Mia? Should we talk about this over dinner? Or should it wait until after? What do you think?”

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“That works, yeah. And we hadn’t had dinner yet, I can bring something by if you’d like. Want to say….half an hour, to give you time to do a little prep before we arrive?” She was trying not to be overbearing, letting him have final say in the plans.

“Yeah, if you want to. I have some gluten-free mac and cheese here, and that’s enough to make her and me happy without burning the house down.” Carlos chuckled. “But you’re welcome to bring food over tonight if you want to. Half an hour sounds good… or whatever ‘half an hour’ means for me here in Night Vale. I’ll expect you soon.”

“I’ll whip something up while Angie finishes getting ready, then. See you in a bit~” Without further preamble, the Fae woman hung up her phone to give their daughter the time frame for the trip to Carlos’ apartment. The real question was what to bring over that wouldn’t necessarily need bread or gluten in it.

Still, a half an hour later as promised, the door in the apartment that connected to Mia’s pocket dimension swung open to allow both child and guardian to enter, a pot of sloppy joe-covered tater tots held in Mia’s hands.

“Knock knock~”

“Papa! Hi!”

Carlos came trotting in, wearing a simple pair of sweat pants and an old tshirt and no socks. At the sight of Angie his heart leapt – higher than usual – and he hurried forward, dropping down to his knees to pull her into his arms.

“Angie! It’s good to see you!”

He wasn’t sure why he was so excited – they’d been talking regularly on the phone and through email or face-time. But just seeing her… it made him ridiculously happy, for some reason.

Angie returned the hug enthusiastically, an excited giggle escaping her as she threw her arms around her Papa’s neck. “It’s good to see you too, Papa! Mama said that she was going to be joining us for dinner tonight? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, Angie,” Mia was heading for the kitchen as she spoke. “Your Papa and I just need to talk to you about something together before I leave you two to your visit, but it’s nothing bad. Right, Carlos?”

Hopefully, Carlos couldn’t help but think to himself. But Mia was here, he reminded himself. She wouldn’t let anything bad happen.

“That’s right, Angie,” Carlos said as he pulled back from the hug enough to look at her. “This visit’s going to be a little different, and it’s going to require you to be very responsible, okay? Can you be responsible for me?”

“Oh, look! Full moon tonight!” // hello!

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Carlos felt unsettled by that, for some reason. He frowned and he drew his gaze toward the horizon where the moon was, indeed, starting to peek through the dark and dirty clouds. Just looking at it he felt sick and fatigued.

Carlos stood up from his spot by the fire. “I’m gonna turn in,” he mumbled. Though he didn’t think anyone else would care – hardly anyone knew anybody in this hastily put-together caravan of theirs. He grabbed his packs and carried it with him toward one of the buildings they had set up next to – it was a half-destroyed house, where the back end of it had collapsed into the ravine behind it.

With every step, the sickness seemed to grow and make him a little antsy, and he felt like his skin was crawling and just incredibly itchy. He hoped a good night’s rest would help him relax and feel better.

Violet had been telling stories with some of the caravaners she had agreed to help–not having much else to do after leaving the Capital Wastes, and not wanting to get into any huge adventures for some time after dealing with the Enclave–when she heard Carlos’s mumbling.

    It seemed sudden, and she wondered if he was okay. She quickly excuses herself, following after him.

    “Hey, are you okay?” she questions, falling into step with him.

Carlos looked up as the young woman approached. What was her name? Viola? They’d introduced themselves, but he was terrible with names. Also, did she approach him that loudly on purpose?

“Uh, well… yeah,” Carlos started to say. But he decided he should probably tell the truth. “Um, well… I’m feeling kind of… off. I need to turn in so… hopefully I can just sleep whatever it is off. You shouldn’t worry about me – I’m fine.” He offered her a slight smile, which he hoped would ease her mind

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“That works, yeah. And we hadn’t had dinner yet, I can bring something by if you’d like. Want to say….half an hour, to give you time to do a little prep before we arrive?” She was trying not to be overbearing, letting him have final say in the plans.

“Yeah, if you want to. I have some gluten-free mac and cheese here, and that’s enough to make her and me happy without burning the house down.” Carlos chuckled. “But you’re welcome to bring food over tonight if you want to. Half an hour sounds good… or whatever ‘half an hour’ means for me here in Night Vale. I’ll expect you soon.”

“I’ll whip something up while Angie finishes getting ready, then. See you in a bit~” Without further preamble, the Fae woman hung up her phone to give their daughter the time frame for the trip to Carlos’ apartment. The real question was what to bring over that wouldn’t necessarily need bread or gluten in it.

Still, a half an hour later as promised, the door in the apartment that connected to Mia’s pocket dimension swung open to allow both child and guardian to enter, a pot of sloppy joe-covered tater tots held in Mia’s hands.

“Knock knock~”

“Papa! Hi!”

Carlos came trotting in, wearing a simple pair of sweat pants and an old tshirt and no socks. At the sight of Angie his heart leapt – higher than usual – and he hurried forward, dropping down to his knees to pull her into his arms.

“Angie! It’s good to see you!”

He wasn’t sure why he was so excited – they’d been talking regularly on the phone and through email or face-time. But just seeing her… it made him ridiculously happy, for some reason.

Trick or treat •;3

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Here you are honey! We have these for DAYS

So many sweets from my sweetie ♡♡

Don’t eat them all at once, okay babe? I love you too much to let you get sick.

I won’t. No need to worry about me Carlos!

You sure? How many have you had?

Like.. 2? How many sweets have you had?

….

Four.

So many Carlos! No wonder you are so sweet!

You’re… not going to call me out on that? That’s, like, chain-popping.

You know what you did.

And its not like I would call you out on air.

*Carlos looked at him.*

I… suppose I do. Heh… I’ll brush my teeth extra thoroughly tonight, I promise.

Trick or treat •;3

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Here you are honey! We have these for DAYS

So many sweets from my sweetie ♡♡

Don’t eat them all at once, okay babe? I love you too much to let you get sick.

I won’t. No need to worry about me Carlos!

You sure? How many have you had?

Like.. 2? How many sweets have you had?

….

Four.

So many Carlos! No wonder you are so sweet!

You’re… not going to call me out on that? That’s, like, chain-popping.

Trick or treat •;3

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Here you are honey! We have these for DAYS

So many sweets from my sweetie ♡♡

Don’t eat them all at once, okay babe? I love you too much to let you get sick.

I won’t. No need to worry about me Carlos!

You sure? How many have you had?

Like.. 2? How many sweets have you had?

….

Four.

A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

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Oh shit, that’s right. Damn…

“Um, the thing with ice cream, Hancock, is that it’s frozen. It’s literally frozen milk and cream ingredients. And if we did find a container of it, it’d probably have not only melted but spoiled and petrified. I guess there’s a possibility that dehydrated ice cream still exists. It tastes the same, just drier. But if there was any to be had, I would assume that it would have been one of the first things to go.”

Carlos wished more than anything in that moment to have somehow rationed even a single piece of chocolate or a small package of dehydrated ice cream just to share it with Hancock – share as in give it to him since he had never tasted any of it before. But Carlos knew how ridiculous that thought was and tried to shake it away.

“I–– yeah, I s’pose that makes sense. Ya don’t think anyone’s figured out how to make it again? I mean, we got workin’ refrigerators now, it could be possible, right?” It was probably wishful thinking, but if he were being honest, it really didn’t matter that much, he didn’t know what he was missing so he couldn’t exactly miss it in the first place.

“Not unless someone’s got a recipe book from pre-war,” Carlos said a little sadly. But then an idea came to him. “Oh – but I can show you how to make popsicles! Some day, we should get some mutfruit juice and some clean skewer-type sticks and I’ll show you what my dad showed Mikey and I. You might like it.”

When it got warmer, of course – Carlos didn’t want Hancock to have any more issues with his circulation than the winter already gave him.

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“I’m not sure,” Carlos said. “We had it in the Vault, so… maybe Vault 88 carried it out?” Carlos didn’t know much about Diamond City’s history past the Broken Mask incident and a little bit about the process of the ghouls being kicked out of Diamond City. “But basically… it was candy time.”

“I get like, the basics of it, I’ve heard somethin’ about it and seen the decorations still up from before the war, just never really got what it was about.”

Carlos nodded. “That’s alright,” he said. “It was some kind of harvest celebration maybe four hundred years ago, but turned into people dressing up in costumes for sweets and candy. Just… something about offering the the harvest to spirits of the land or something…”

Carlos set his tote bag on the coffee table and pulled out the funnel cakes. He offered the box to Hancock. “Wanna give the first one a try? I don’t know what a funnel cake is… but it looks good. If… squiggly.”