“Alright, gimme a second. Come on in.” Carlos stepped away from the flap of his tent to get his pack.
The tent was set up like a small laboratory with folding tables holding various instruments set up along the walls. There was a small cot in the corner and a lamp hanging in the center of the small ‘room’ the tent made. Carlos grabbed a pack that he used when he was out collecting samples and opened it to make sure he had a first aid kit and some water and snacks.
“How long has this kid been missing?” he asked David as he shut up the pack and pulled it on, getting ready to go.
David was curious about Carlos’s lab but he’s much too anxious about Max to pry. “N-Not long, Max normally storms off when he’s upset. I tried catching up to him but I tripped over one of our camper’s toys.”
“He’s a good kid, just troubled…” And he can’t speak about how worried he is of Max getting lost on his own in the woods. He just can’t handle it.
Carlos nodded, understanding. “I get it… we’ll have to keep our eyes and ears open then, in case he doesn’t actually want to be found.”
Carlos checked his shoes and then grabbed a baseball cap with ‘Science, Bitch’ written on it. He didn’t seem to notice the decal on the hat at all as he ran his hand backwards through his hair and pulled it on.
“Hello there! Um…this is awkward. Have you seen a young boy runs across here? He’s small, poofy hair, wearing a blue hoodie?” David had knocked despite himself. He heard about a scientist researching the volcano near by but he never had the chance to actually swing by and say hello until now.
Carlos looked to the younger man with a concerned frown. “I have not,” he admitted. “But… do you need help looking for him? A kid shouldn’t be wandering around in the woods on his own.”
‘That would be a lot of help actually.” He’s been searching for half an hour. “Max can be bit of a handful especially when it’s mail day. I had planned on taking him out to make up for it but he already took off before I could ask.”
“Alright, gimme a second. Come on in.” Carlos stepped away from the flap of his tent to get his pack.
The tent was set up like a small laboratory with folding tables holding various instruments set up along the walls. There was a small cot in the corner and a lamp hanging in the center of the small ‘room’ the tent made. Carlos grabbed a pack that he used when he was out collecting samples and opened it to make sure he had a first aid kit and some water and snacks.
“How long has this kid been missing?” he asked David as he shut up the pack and pulled it on, getting ready to go.
“Hello there! Um…this is awkward. Have you seen a young boy runs across here? He’s small, poofy hair, wearing a blue hoodie?” David had knocked despite himself. He heard about a scientist researching the volcano near by but he never had the chance to actually swing by and say hello until now.
Carlos looked to the younger man with a concerned frown. “I have not,” he admitted. “But… do you need help looking for him? A kid shouldn’t be wandering around in the woods on his own.”
“It’s night time,” Carlos responded. “You’re in a forest,
buddy. One at the base of Sleepy Peak Peak.” He offered the man a canteen of
water. “Here… have a drink. Are you hurt at all?”
‘ i simply can’t wait !! she’ll be delighted to see you. and we’ll have S’MORES! ‘
as if that was the qualifying factor.
“Ooh – now I’ll have
to come!” Carlos said with a grin. “I’ll bring some Starbursts too as an
offering – I’ve got to go into town anyway. Do kids still roast Starbursts?”
‘ DO I know it ! heck , i could play it for you right now !! ‘
his voice wavers with utter enthusiasm as he reaches for his guitar—–an action that’s muscle memory at this point.
‘ now , i don’t have a band to back me , but i’m sure i can make due with my trusty ol’ guitar—–and someone to sing harmony ! ‘
yes , carlos , he’s implying exactly what you think he is.
Carlos laughed. “I
was serious, David – I do have some work. Got some rock samples to analyze. But
hey – I’ll see if I can pop in on the fireside tonight so I can make a fool of
myself in front of my kid, Angie. Sound alright?”
The Perfect Scientist 
