My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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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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As
the show began and the noise only seemed to grow into more of a pure
trumpet blasting, it was hard to focus on anything any more for anyone
which was truthfully the more wild part of the circus. Everything was a
blur, there was suddenly fire and the acrobats leprechaun into action,
their ankles being the only thing to keep them steady as they tossed
rifles and swords back and forth. Their suits glittered in their
spotlights, and their laughter was nearly drowned by the crowds around.

One of the acrobats was thrown a rose from a flamethrower, he caught
it like it had been rehearsed and placed it between his teeth all while
hanging by one hand and arching his legs outwards to be grabbed by his
sister to hold still. They paused for only seconds, but it felt like
hours before the blond man made strict eye contact with Carlos and
pulled himself from his sister.

It was only a few more leaps and twirls until the man was being held
at the ankles by his sister, and was being swung up to the balcony where
Carlos sat to which he tossed him the rose.

Carlos was having a lot of fun. He gasped and ooed and awed with everyone else. THe mechanics of the act – the balance and the perfectly placed swings were all just so incredible.

Initially when the acrobat had met his eyes Carlos didn’t think much of it. Before he knew it, a rose was headed for his direction and Carlos’ hands instinctively reached up to catch it, despite some mild confusion on his part. He missed the rose and it hit his chest, but he was quickly able to pick it up from his lap. That look he got was in anticipation of the next part of the act, he realized. Carlos grinned and clapped while holding the rose gently in one hand.

Cuz everytime we touch I get this feeling, and everytime we kiss I swear I could fly~

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Haha! I don’t know whether to be excited, or concerned! But it makes my heart beat fast… and I kinda want this to last. 🙂

“I need you by my side”

“Babe…” Carlos smiled, gazing lovingly at Cecil.

Cecil smiled back at him, in absolute adoration. “I love you”

“I love you too,” Carlos cooed and he leaned in to smooch Cecil on the mouth.

“How did you get here?”

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Your muse finds mine, staggering down a road at night, with torn, dirty clothes and nothing else. Send “How did you get here?” to pick them up.

Flug stumbled looking around, “I was….testing out a new escape ray.” He muttered looking around road. Where was he? He reached under his bag pulling his hand way to see blood slipping off the yellow rubber material. “I should probably go to a hospital.” 

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“Yeah, no duh,” Carlos said with a huff, but there wasn’t any actual bite to it. He took the other man’s arm and pulled it around his shoulder. “Try to hang on to me… I’ll get you somewhere safe. What’s your name?” Carlos wanted to make sure there wasn’t a concussion to worry about, so a simple question would help him gauge the other’s condition.

@recdrflxg

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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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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It was a poor joke at best, the ticket manager didn’t seem to be even vaguely entertained by it and simply rolled his tired dark eyes at the man and punched a discounted ticket. His hands were wrinkled and scared like he never rested a day in his life, after the ripe age of eighteen. He snatched the coupon and tossed it into a drawer beside the pinched ticket, which gleamed like treasure beneath the flashing lights of his stand.

Finally being handed the ticket through awkward groans of misery and sounds of self loathing, the man spoke in a low and gruff tone that urged Carlos along like he was a straggler.

“Get on with it, city man.” He growled as he waved his frail hand in a dismissive manner, and then at the family of four behind Carlos to proceed.

Carlos blinked. Well, that was a great way to greet someone. Carlos reasoned that the man was probably having an off day today.

So Carlos just smiled at him and nodded. “Thank you. Have a good day,” he said and started to walk away from the booth.

Carlos looked at the ticket to determine where his seat was. It seemed like it was pretty high up – he didn’t really expect anything else from a raffled ticket coupon – so he located the section and started to climb.

The seating wasn’t as tight fitting as one would have expected in a traveling act like this, his seat was directly at the balcony for a straight down view of the show happening two stories below. There was a ring of sand along with a red white and gold striped tent, where flamethrowers stood and juggled flaming bottles of wine next to a pair of albino tigers as they roared. It was certainly an opener to behold, as the ring leader rambled on about how dangerous and mysterious his show was girls in skin tight suits balanced on globes and danced.

Circus’ were always supposed to be extra but this was madness, you couldn’t focus on one thing including the speech of the ring leader. Though as the man talked, he suddenly gestured far above the ground to a pair of diving boards that were placed nearly next to Carlos where a man stood on one and a woman to the other. They were both dressed in tight fitting glittery leotards and wore greatly exaggerated makeup, the spotlight hit them like a godly ray of which they basked in.

Carlos watched and clapped along with the crowd. There was plenty for him to look at, and he was especially interested in the hardware that the trapezists used. It all looked delicate and Carlos knew that everything would have a purpose. He couldn’t wait to see how the acrobats would interact with everything.

Again, he wished his dad and brother were here. He wanted so much to share this with them.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

It was a poor joke at best, the ticket manager didn’t seem to be even vaguely entertained by it and simply rolled his tired dark eyes at the man and punched a discounted ticket. His hands were wrinkled and scared like he never rested a day in his life, after the ripe age of eighteen. He snatched the coupon and tossed it into a drawer beside the pinched ticket, which gleamed like treasure beneath the flashing lights of his stand.

Finally being handed the ticket through awkward groans of misery and sounds of self loathing, the man spoke in a low and gruff tone that urged Carlos along like he was a straggler.

“Get on with it, city man.” He growled as he waved his frail hand in a dismissive manner, and then at the family of four behind Carlos to proceed.

Carlos blinked. Well, that was a great way to greet someone. Carlos reasoned that the man was probably having an off day today.

So Carlos just smiled at him and nodded. “Thank you. Have a good day,” he said and started to walk away from the booth.

Carlos looked at the ticket to determine where his seat was. It seemed like it was pretty high up – he didn’t really expect anything else from a raffled ticket coupon – so he located the section and started to climb.

ravagewhistler:

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“I don’t know…
maybe…. never looked. We’re so rare it’s… we’re not even catalogued as
fully a intelligent people… then again not all of us can talk…”… I’m
sorry Carlos…”

“No – No, don’t be,” Carlos told him. “We just… clearly neither of us knew. Just…” Carlos sighed. “There’s got to be someone. Someone in the entire galaxy – a historian or an anthropologist or a doctor or something – who knows what to do.”

“Yeah… I’ll go back to my warbird in the forest make a few calls. See if anyone out there has some kind of… idea….” looks at him then down ears dropping at the rejection.

Carlos reached and took Yondu’s face in his hands. “Yondu – please understand me when I say this – No, it’s not a good idea for us to try to make this work. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care a lot about you. I do. And I want you to be safe and healthy. Whatever I can do to help you toward that, I’m willing to do it! Okay? I’m still your friend.”

Yondu looks at him with a crushed look and his ears droop down. “So…. there’s no chance? None? Friend….. yeah…. friend……….friend.” Why did this hurt so much.

That look Yondu was giving him broke Carlos’ heart. “Yondu… this wouldn’t work out, no matter how much I want it to. I’m not meant for space. I survived in it, yeah, and you were a great help, but… I’m just not meant to leave my solar system.”

This was really hard for Carlos to tell him. Carlos really didn’t want to talk about it anymore… he wished Yondu could understand so Carlos didn’t have to keep saying it.

Yondus pointy ears dropped lower and he actually gave out a rather surprising low whine sound. He just nods then shakes his head closing his eyes and wiggles his ears before looking back up eyes hardened. He’d been hurt before this was fine he could live. “Ok.”

Carlos wanted to hug him. To tell him that everything was going to be fine, but… he didn’t think they were ready for that. Yondu didn’t need to be confused even more.

“If… if there’s anything I can do for you… just let me know,” Carlos said to the other. “I’m still your friend… I promise.”

Yondu just nods and motions to the door as he walks out and then goes back to helping fix dinner.

Peter blinks looking from Yondu to carlos knowing something happened.

Carlos didn’t feel good at all anymore. Despite his attempts at assuring Yondu, Carlos felt like he only hurt him. Not only that, but Yondu mentioned biology so now Carlos was worried for his health. There had to be someone in the galaxy who could help him figure it out… but Carlos hadn’t the slightest clue of where to start.

Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea… God, he didn’t even know anymore.

Kraglin looked to Peter. He himself wasn’t going to ask about what was going on between the adults in their lives, but if Peter was… Kraglin would be interested in what the younger terran would dig up.

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“I don’t know…
maybe…. never looked. We’re so rare it’s… we’re not even catalogued as
fully a intelligent people… then again not all of us can talk…”… I’m
sorry Carlos…”

“No – No, don’t be,” Carlos told him. “We just… clearly neither of us knew. Just…” Carlos sighed. “There’s got to be someone. Someone in the entire galaxy – a historian or an anthropologist or a doctor or something – who knows what to do.”

“Yeah… I’ll go back to my warbird in the forest make a few calls. See if anyone out there has some kind of… idea….” looks at him then down ears dropping at the rejection.

Carlos reached and took Yondu’s face in his hands. “Yondu – please understand me when I say this – No, it’s not a good idea for us to try to make this work. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care a lot about you. I do. And I want you to be safe and healthy. Whatever I can do to help you toward that, I’m willing to do it! Okay? I’m still your friend.”

Yondu looks at him with a crushed look and his ears droop down. “So…. there’s no chance? None? Friend….. yeah…. friend……….friend.” Why did this hurt so much.

That look Yondu was giving him broke Carlos’ heart. “Yondu… this wouldn’t work out, no matter how much I want it to. I’m not meant for space. I survived in it, yeah, and you were a great help, but… I’m just not meant to leave my solar system.”

This was really hard for Carlos to tell him. Carlos really didn’t want to talk about it anymore… he wished Yondu could understand so Carlos didn’t have to keep saying it.

Yondus pointy ears dropped lower and he actually gave out a rather surprising low whine sound. He just nods then shakes his head closing his eyes and wiggles his ears before looking back up eyes hardened. He’d been hurt before this was fine he could live. “Ok.”

Carlos wanted to hug him. To tell him that everything was going to be fine, but… he didn’t think they were ready for that. Yondu didn’t need to be confused even more.

“If… if there’s anything I can do for you… just let me know,” Carlos said to the other. “I’m still your friend… I promise.”

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Carlos just hugged Hancock. “No, it doesn’t,” he said. “I won’t let go either. You should know… I love you too. And I do think you are a beautiful person. One of the best out here.”

“Heh, please, you’re the hot one in this relationship.” He chuckled and pecked Carlos on the cheek, hoping he got that the ghoul wasn’t misunderstanding his meaning, simply making a joke while complimenting him.

Carlos smiled. He felt unable to look into Hancock’s eyes, so he leaned in to nuzzle into his shoulder. “You’re too much,” he murmured softly, feeling slightly embarrassed but happy at the same time.

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“Irish charm?” Carlos asked with a smile. “Or maybe another sort of charm? How’s your wand-work with illegal spells? I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Heh.”

“Heh, I’m not so big on usin’ those kinds’a charms on folks, but who knows? Maybe I added a little somethin’ to that potion I have ya.” He joked, shooting a wink at Carlos so he’d know he was joking.

Carlos just laughed. This was the most fun he’d ever had with a near-stranger already, and their trip was just starting.

“You know, not everyone I meet is as god a sport as you with jokes.”