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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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The
acrobat thought hard on this for a moment, which would be more secure
and inconspicuous? He was too far in to pull out at this rate, it would
be even worse if he didn’t finish the job.

“Can you walk me up to my room in the hotel? I’m just nervous of the
town.. I’ve heard pretty awful things happen around here.” He happened
to be one of them, his mind teased as he buckled his seat in.

Really? He was hardly invested in what Carlos had to say about his work, even though he asked after it, and then he practically rushed them out the door and now he wanted Carlos to walk him up to the room? Carlos was not very much inclined to do that.

“I can walk you to the lobby door,” Carlos said. “Honestly, I have some work to get to since I took some time off today.” Not strictly incorrect – he did need to check in with the Literal Rock Band and see how their new ‘crib’ was shaping out for them. Besides, just going to the lobby would be safe enough, even in Night Vale. Just so long as Skip didn’t wander into any storage closets or accidentally get stuck on a set of never-ending stairs.

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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With
a roll of his eyes, the acrobat snatched away a slice of gooey cheesy  
pizza to tear into it like some kind of animal, not at all as graceful
as his physical performances were at the circus. It was actually quite
ironic.

Skip was finally beginning to lose his patience, his fingers tapped along the table as he ate the slice reluctantly.

Alright, something was definitely not right. Carlos was finding that he was eager to get Skip back to the tent for his bike and then go back home to his lab. He considered if he should ‘accidentally’ unfollow Skip on Twitter… the temper was just really putting him off.

Carlos’ finished as fast as he could, eating maybe more loudly than preferred. he’d liked to have taken his time with it, but not this time.

He spent a moment wiping his mouth with a napkin to get the pizza sauce cleaned up.

As soon as Carlos was finished, Skip was practically jumping down his throat for him to hurry up and even went as far as to wait by the door for him. It was for one, extremely agitating and nerve wracking.

Though as they moved into the car to head off, Skip’s tone plummeted throughly and suddenly allowed his head to drop forward in realization at what he was about to do. He bit at his lip, his conversation had been stiff and awkward, he wasn’t ready to preform. “I’m sorry,” Skip muttered, “I didn’t mean to rush you like that… I really didn’t, I just have urgent issues I forgot about.”

Carlos just hummed in acknowledgement as he unlocked his car. “So… um, just back to the tent okay? Or do you just want to go straight to the hotel you’re staying at?” he asked.

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the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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With
a roll of his eyes, the acrobat snatched away a slice of gooey cheesy  
pizza to tear into it like some kind of animal, not at all as graceful
as his physical performances were at the circus. It was actually quite
ironic.

Skip was finally beginning to lose his patience, his fingers tapped along the table as he ate the slice reluctantly.

Alright, something was definitely not right. Carlos was finding that he was eager to get Skip back to the tent for his bike and then go back home to his lab. He considered if he should ‘accidentally’ unfollow Skip on Twitter… the temper was just really putting him off.

Carlos’ finished as fast as he could, eating maybe more loudly than preferred. he’d liked to have taken his time with it, but not this time.

He spent a moment wiping his mouth with a napkin to get the pizza sauce cleaned up.

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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“No,
they’re not as good as the other things I hunt. I prefer not to eat
anything that has hooves in fact,” He smiled and shrugged it off, “I
find little times in the day to do what I want, aside from practice and
college..  I prefer at night,”

He sipped at the bubbling drink in his hand, “Anyways, enough about
me… Tell me about yourself, surely you have to have something you love
doing too. Something that you just can’t help but love, no matter what people think of it.”

Okay… Carlos didn’t want to judge Skip for that, but here he was – silently judging. That was just such a waste of food… what even was the point if he wasn’t going to eat it?

“Well, uh, you know that I am a scientist. I love doing science,” Carlos said. He then smiled. “But I’m also a part-time band manager for the Literal Rock Band. We have an understanding between us since they need a manager and I want to study them.”

Though as Carlos talked on for a short while, Skip was clearly unamused and not at all entertained by what he had to say. Thanks to obvious yawns and coverings with his hand, as he yawned once Carlos got a beautiful glimpse of a pair of pearly white fangs.

“M’ tired..” Muttered the acrobat, “I know we just got here but do you think you could take me home?”

Carlos paused in the middle of slurping his pizza soup, a long line of cheese dangling from his mouth. The fangs weren’t what stopped him though – a lot of people had fangs in Night Vale – it was the question.

“Uh, really?” he asked as he used his fingers to break the cheese string connecting him to the bowl. “You not hungry? Or has it just been a long day?”

Carlos was feeling a little self-conscious. Skip seemed interested in his work earlier in the evening, but now Carlos wondered if he’d heard a thing he said. Of course though he wasn’t going to bring it up – that would be rude in a first meeting.

Skip watched as Carlos absolutely gorged himself, laughing his ass off internally as the scientist was so obviously taken back from his dinner.

Humans were still animals.

“I can wait don’t worry, finish your food and relax.. I’m just not feeling so hungry tonight,” He explained softly, “I’ll just have some more drinks.. We’ll leave when you’re full.”

But he just said he wanted to go home. Carlos felt like he was getting some mixed signals here, and he was honestly a little concerned… mostly for himself, if he were honest. Something just wasn’t quite right…

“Well, I can ask for some take-out containers. You need to eat your, um… slice at some point or you might get in trouble. I’m serious – the city is pretty strict about this. Then I can take you back to the tent to get your bike…”

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the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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“No,
they’re not as good as the other things I hunt. I prefer not to eat
anything that has hooves in fact,” He smiled and shrugged it off, “I
find little times in the day to do what I want, aside from practice and
college..  I prefer at night,”

He sipped at the bubbling drink in his hand, “Anyways, enough about
me… Tell me about yourself, surely you have to have something you love
doing too. Something that you just can’t help but love, no matter what people think of it.”

Okay… Carlos didn’t want to judge Skip for that, but here he was – silently judging. That was just such a waste of food… what even was the point if he wasn’t going to eat it?

“Well, uh, you know that I am a scientist. I love doing science,” Carlos said. He then smiled. “But I’m also a part-time band manager for the Literal Rock Band. We have an understanding between us since they need a manager and I want to study them.”

Though as Carlos talked on for a short while, Skip was clearly unamused and not at all entertained by what he had to say. Thanks to obvious yawns and coverings with his hand, as he yawned once Carlos got a beautiful glimpse of a pair of pearly white fangs.

“M’ tired..” Muttered the acrobat, “I know we just got here but do you think you could take me home?”

Carlos paused in the middle of slurping his pizza soup, a long line of cheese dangling from his mouth. The fangs weren’t what stopped him though – a lot of people had fangs in Night Vale – it was the question.

“Uh, really?” he asked as he used his fingers to break the cheese string connecting him to the bowl. “You not hungry? Or has it just been a long day?”

Carlos was feeling a little self-conscious. Skip seemed interested in his work earlier in the evening, but now Carlos wondered if he’d heard a thing he said. Of course though he wasn’t going to bring it up – that would be rude in a first meeting.