chill science dude, the m!a will wear off tomorrow

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he sees something in the corner of his eye as he turns, but it vanishes*

*Carlos blinks and looks around, wondering if there was a deer or something that he’d seen*

A: How are you gonna get him a diaper, Papa? We’re not at the store yet.

C: Oh! Well, I’m going to do a makeshift one with some paper towels and one of these garbage bags. Ooh, get me my packet of tissues too, will you? I don’t want the towels to cause a rash. I just need something to hold until we get to the store and into the bathroom so he can wear a real diaper.

hey d- Carlos, sense you already meet Darcy, do you wanna come to our wedding when we get married? he smiles

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I mean, I have to I guess. But I had no idea – you guys are just kids, aren’t you??

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wow..
the demons i know are way more chill then that… one’s actually kinda
nice once you get to know him! though.. he acts like a mom alot, so that
get annoying fast…

Oh really? Well, that’s nice to hear I suppose.

*he nods and looks out the window* but he can be an asshole at times..

Well… so can people. How would you say he’s an… what you said?

chill science dude, the m!a will wear off tomorrow

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he mumbles and chews on his hand again, looking out the window*

A: Oh – hey, Maxy, don’t do that! Don’t hurt your little hands, okay? *she gently takes his wrist to pull it away*

C: Sounds like he needs a pacifier too maybe… along with the mittens and the chew toy. Angie, what else do babies need?

A: Oh! Well, Mama gave everyone their own bibs with protection so that we wouldn’t get stains. And then she had those spinny things over our cribs and stuffed animals to be friends with. Though Gama ate mine and I’m still mad at him. *she frowns, remembering her toy* I miss her…

*he looked between Angie and Carlos as they spoke, not really understanding what they were saying, he yawns again, almost falling over this time*

A: Oh! Maxy, be careful! *she holds him closer*

C: *looks in the rear view mirror at the kids* Is he okay? Do you need me to pull over?

*~~smells like it~~ Max begins babbling again* pap..

A: I think he’s okay. *she sniffs* He’s smelly, Papa.

C: Ah sh… shoot. Hang on, sweetie. *he pulls to the side of the road and parks. He gets out and then opens the door to the back seat. He gets some paper towels from under the seat and a small roll of trash bags.*

*he curiously watches Carlos as he grabs the things, growing slightly fussy from his mess..*

A: He’s getting squirmy Papa… and he’s making a face.

C: I got it, hang on. *lays out paper towels on the seat and has a bag open and ready.* Give him to me – I’ll try to clean him up.

*he whines slightly, kicking his little legs when he was lifted up and holding one of Carlos’ hands* papa..!

C: Hi, Max. *smiles a the baby. He then lays him down and starts trying to clean up* Ugh… Angela? Look around in my glove compartment or my bag – I think I have some binder clips or alligator clips somewhere…

A: Okay! Clips, clips, clips… *she crawls into the front seat and starts looking*

*he giggles happily at the funny (grossed out) faces Carlos was making* :D!

C: Ew, yucky… you’re a yucky boy, Max. Messy, messy, messy.

A: I found some cow clips, Daddy! *she holds up a plastic box of binder clips*

C: Huh? Oh, those are great, honey! Hang onto them!

*he keeps giggling til he looks out past Carlos, at seemingly nothing* ….

*Carlos lifts an eyebrow and glances over his shoulder to see what Max might see.*

hey d- Carlos, sense you already meet Darcy, do you wanna come to our wedding when we get married? he smiles

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I mean, I have to I guess. But I had no idea – you guys are just kids, aren’t you??

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wow..
the demons i know are way more chill then that… one’s actually kinda
nice once you get to know him! though.. he acts like a mom alot, so that
get annoying fast…

Oh really? Well, that’s nice to hear I suppose.

chill science dude, the m!a will wear off tomorrow

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he mumbles and chews on his hand again, looking out the window*

A: Oh – hey, Maxy, don’t do that! Don’t hurt your little hands, okay? *she gently takes his wrist to pull it away*

C: Sounds like he needs a pacifier too maybe… along with the mittens and the chew toy. Angie, what else do babies need?

A: Oh! Well, Mama gave everyone their own bibs with protection so that we wouldn’t get stains. And then she had those spinny things over our cribs and stuffed animals to be friends with. Though Gama ate mine and I’m still mad at him. *she frowns, remembering her toy* I miss her…

*he looked between Angie and Carlos as they spoke, not really understanding what they were saying, he yawns again, almost falling over this time*

A: Oh! Maxy, be careful! *she holds him closer*

C: *looks in the rear view mirror at the kids* Is he okay? Do you need me to pull over?

*~~smells like it~~ Max begins babbling again* pap..

A: I think he’s okay. *she sniffs* He’s smelly, Papa.

C: Ah sh… shoot. Hang on, sweetie. *he pulls to the side of the road and parks. He gets out and then opens the door to the back seat. He gets some paper towels from under the seat and a small roll of trash bags.*

*he curiously watches Carlos as he grabs the things, growing slightly fussy from his mess..*

A: He’s getting squirmy Papa… and he’s making a face.

C: I got it, hang on. *lays out paper towels on the seat and has a bag open and ready.* Give him to me – I’ll try to clean him up.

*he whines slightly, kicking his little legs when he was lifted up and holding one of Carlos’ hands* papa..!

C: Hi, Max. *smiles a the baby. He then lays him down and starts trying to clean up* Ugh… Angela? Look around in my glove compartment or my bag – I think I have some binder clips or alligator clips somewhere…

A: Okay! Clips, clips, clips… *she crawls into the front seat and starts looking*

*he giggles happily at the funny (grossed out) faces Carlos was making* :D!

C: Ew, yucky… you’re a yucky boy, Max. Messy, messy, messy.

A: I found some cow clips, Daddy! *she holds up a plastic box of binder clips*

C: Huh? Oh, those are great, honey! Hang onto them!

hey d- Carlos, sense you already meet Darcy, do you wanna come to our wedding when we get married? he smiles

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I mean, I have to I guess. But I had no idea – you guys are just kids, aren’t you??

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feelings are weird….. you said there are angels in Night Vale, have you
ever meet a demon? cause there are actually a couple back at camp if
you want too..

I have never seen a demon. And I’m not exactly keen on meeting one, if anything I’ve heard about them are true.

*he tilts his head slightly* what have you heard about them?

Just… mythos stuff, really: hellspawn bent on destroying or corrupting humanity and all that’s good. Admittedly though, the Angels weren’t what I would have expected them to be either.

chill science dude, the m!a will wear off tomorrow

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he mumbles and chews on his hand again, looking out the window*

A: Oh – hey, Maxy, don’t do that! Don’t hurt your little hands, okay? *she gently takes his wrist to pull it away*

C: Sounds like he needs a pacifier too maybe… along with the mittens and the chew toy. Angie, what else do babies need?

A: Oh! Well, Mama gave everyone their own bibs with protection so that we wouldn’t get stains. And then she had those spinny things over our cribs and stuffed animals to be friends with. Though Gama ate mine and I’m still mad at him. *she frowns, remembering her toy* I miss her…

*he looked between Angie and Carlos as they spoke, not really understanding what they were saying, he yawns again, almost falling over this time*

A: Oh! Maxy, be careful! *she holds him closer*

C: *looks in the rear view mirror at the kids* Is he okay? Do you need me to pull over?

*~~smells like it~~ Max begins babbling again* pap..

A: I think he’s okay. *she sniffs* He’s smelly, Papa.

C: Ah sh… shoot. Hang on, sweetie. *he pulls to the side of the road and parks. He gets out and then opens the door to the back seat. He gets some paper towels from under the seat and a small roll of trash bags.*

*he curiously watches Carlos as he grabs the things, growing slightly fussy from his mess..*

A: He’s getting squirmy Papa… and he’s making a face.

C: I got it, hang on. *lays out paper towels on the seat and has a bag open and ready.* Give him to me – I’ll try to clean him up.

*he whines slightly, kicking his little legs when he was lifted up and holding one of Carlos’ hands* papa..!

C: Hi, Max. *smiles a the baby. He then lays him down and starts trying to clean up* Ugh… Angela? Look around in my glove compartment or my bag – I think I have some binder clips or alligator clips somewhere…

A: Okay! Clips, clips, clips… *she crawls into the front seat and starts looking*

hey d- Carlos, sense you already meet Darcy, do you wanna come to our wedding when we get married? he smiles

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I mean, I have to I guess. But I had no idea – you guys are just kids, aren’t you??

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all
feelings are weird….. you said there are angels in Night Vale, have you
ever meet a demon? cause there are actually a couple back at camp if
you want too..

I have never seen a demon. And I’m not exactly keen on meeting one, if anything I’ve heard about them are true.

hey d- Carlos, sense you already meet Darcy, do you wanna come to our wedding when we get married? he smiles

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*he shrugs* i could ask her sometime…. have you ever met anyone who could turn into an animal? like a werewolf?

Well, I have heard of a woman who turned into a lizard as a gift because of her donation to the local college. But… that’s about it, I think.

a lizard? *he tilted his head slightly and looked at Carlos* that’s weird.. well, i mean i guess it could be helpful though, drop something under the couch? just turn into a lizard and grab it! *he chuckles*

No, I mean… she’s a lizard forever. She’s actually at the police station now back home, sort of as a pet/evidence. She has a stick now though, so that’s cool.

huh.. that’s.. less cool… *he looks out the window before speaking again* hey Carlos, do you know alot about.. monsters? or weird creatures?

*doesn’t look at Max as he’s driving* Some things. I mean, we have the Librarians in Night Vale. And the hooded figures that we just for some reason don’t actively acknowledge. Then there’s the Angels and the City Council… among a few other things I suppose. But I’m by no means an expert on any of them.

… librarians..? wait but didn’t you just acknowage them by saying that you don’t acknowage them?

‘Actively acknowledge’. Folks do it in passing, like I just did. And I don’t know much about them really – just creatures that seem to speak in static and white noise.

huh… that’s.. freaky…. hey, if someone could actually speak in white noise, do you think they could translate?

Maybe? I haven’t heard of anyone who could understand it though… I feel like I might, but I don’t know at all really. Huh… that’s a weird feeling.

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he mumbles and chews on his hand again, looking out the window*

A: Oh – hey, Maxy, don’t do that! Don’t hurt your little hands, okay? *she gently takes his wrist to pull it away*

C: Sounds like he needs a pacifier too maybe… along with the mittens and the chew toy. Angie, what else do babies need?

A: Oh! Well, Mama gave everyone their own bibs with protection so that we wouldn’t get stains. And then she had those spinny things over our cribs and stuffed animals to be friends with. Though Gama ate mine and I’m still mad at him. *she frowns, remembering her toy* I miss her…

*he looked between Angie and Carlos as they spoke, not really understanding what they were saying, he yawns again, almost falling over this time*

A: Oh! Maxy, be careful! *she holds him closer*

C: *looks in the rear view mirror at the kids* Is he okay? Do you need me to pull over?

*~~smells like it~~ Max begins babbling again* pap..

A: I think he’s okay. *she sniffs* He’s smelly, Papa.

C: Ah sh… shoot. Hang on, sweetie. *he pulls to the side of the road and parks. He gets out and then opens the door to the back seat. He gets some paper towels from under the seat and a small roll of trash bags.*

*he curiously watches Carlos as he grabs the things, growing slightly fussy from his mess..*

A: He’s getting squirmy Papa… and he’s making a face.

C: I got it, hang on. *lays out paper towels on the seat and has a bag open and ready.* Give him to me – I’ll try to clean him up.