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dedmax is drinking something other than ‘appy’ juice

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

Okay… first off, do me a solid and never mention the word ‘Appy’ to me again. Those are nightmares that I do not need to revisit.

Now… Max? Is what they’re implying true? Or are they being literal and you’re drinking water or something? @dedmaxsearchhistory

*he sticks his tongue out at the anon before turning to Carlos* uhh, maybe ?

Maybe to what, Max? *Carlos’ tone is patient, but he doesn’t feel patient.*

i may have.. fuked up *he looked away, nervously holding his hands together*

*Carlos sighs* Okay, buddy. You and me… we’re going to get any alcohol that you have… and dump it. Right down the drain. Got it?

I’d totally fuck you – a wasted thegravemistergraves

thegravemistergraves:

the-perfect-scientist:

*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

@thegravemistergraves

“This wayyy.” He said moving into the kitchen. He waved his hand, but when the door to the cupboard did not swing open, he went the old fashioned way, grabbing two large glasses and filling them with water from the sink. 

“here..” He said holding it out to him. 

Carlos grinned at him, taking the glass. “Thanks,” he said softly and he quickly downed the water. The taste of nothing caught Carlos a little off-guard, but it was cold which was nice. He let out a sigh, holding the empty glass. “I said ‘welcome’, by the way,” he said suddenly. “Earlier… ‘Welcome to Graves’ house’. Or, ‘Welcome to the Graves House’. Whichever you think sounds better…”

DIAMOND RING THING FOR MIA BECAUSE I NEED SOME CRACK TO OFFSET THE ANGST ON ANOTHER BLOG

faer-oune:

the-perfect-scientist:

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking 

“♫Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ pretty damn shitty♪” was literally Carlos’ first thought upon arriving at the Consciousness Station. Tragically, he wasn’t even in the proper mindset to appreciate his joke as the light resting on his eyes felt more like someone was taking a jackhammer straight into his face.

He made a noise – a long, moaning, very unhappy and painful noise – and reached both arms up to cover his face. Only one arm made it though, as the other was currently trapped underneath something. A pillow? A tight blanket? He didn’t know – it was warm though.

Mia woke slowly, the first thing catching her awareness was something firm and warm underneath her neck attempting to pull away. Whining and refusing to open her eyes, she attempted to get herself comfortable again to drift back off until the hangover pounding between her eyes died away.

Only as she was halfway settled again did her nose start working to pick up the scent of her companion. ….Lavender and human? That was unusual, to say the least. Groaning, she slit one eye open to peer blearily at the person beside her. What was going on??

There was a noise and the pillow (blanket?) shifted over his arm, briefly freeing it but then once again trapping it before Carlos could move it. What the hell? He tried to pull his arm out again, and even the least bit of strain made his head pound.

Carlos whimpered lowly, anticipating the pain, and peeked one squinty eye open. At first it was tough to focus because he was squinting, but the grey fuzziness started to go away in his vision and he could make out something with dark hair laying on his arm. He blinked his eye a couple times, trying to clear the fuzz some more, and he saw large, pointed ears coming out of the top of the thing’s head, and then her face – it wasn’t a thing, it was a person. But it still took a few more blinks before Carlos realized he recognized them.

“The hell… Mia?” he murmured, completely confused. And his brain still was too preoccupied to try and figure out why she was there.

I’d totally fuck you – a wasted thegravemistergraves

thegravemistergraves

the-perfect-scientist:

*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

@thegravemistergraves

“I
don’t speak spanish.” Graves said as the other kicked his shoes
off. “something about house of Graves? I dunno. I speak Irish.” The
director says.

He tossed his coat onto the rack. “Do you want anything? like a g….glass of water?”

Carlos hummed, pulling off his own white cloak – shit, he forgot to transfigure it into a coat while out on the street, didn’t he? Damn – hopefully they didn’t stick out too much because of that. Though with Graves stumbling, they probably already did.

“Water would be great,” he said to Mr Graves. “Cold water. It’ll help me keep awake for a little bit longer… and would probably help our heads feel better later.” Maybe some salty food too – was that supposed to help? He couldn’t remember…

I’d totally fuck you – a wasted thegravemistergraves

thegravemistergraves:

the-perfect-scientist:

thegravemistergraves:

the-perfect-scientist:

*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

@thegravemistergraves

“Would you be able to focus enough to apparate without forgetting a limb?” he asked as the other giggled.  

Percival slung an arm around Carlos’ shoulders, something no one ever saw of the director unless he was strictly off hours. Leading the other down the road. “We nee to act… as sober as possible, to prevent… being arrested.” He said in a loud whisper, as though the other wouldn’t know about the alcohol ban. 

“I’m sober – dunno about you,” Carlos giggled. Then a
random-ass thought came to him that he thought he’d share: “I could jinx your
face and make it all swollen… pretend we got in a fight an’ – an’ that’s why
you’re all woozy.”

Carlos wrapped an arm around Percival’s back and supported
him against his own body – Carlos was maybe a little tipsy, but he wasn’t going
to let Percival fall flat on his face and cause the swelling he mentioned the
old-fashioned way.

“You had giggle water, sober my ass.” Percival laughed quietly. “No.” He ran a hand down his face. 

“I like my face the way it is, we just gotta be sneaky.” He said with a chuckle, leaning on the other. “This… that way.” he said trying to pull the other with him down the street  towards Percival’s flat. 

Carlos stumbled after him, giggling again. “I’m more sober than you!” he exclaimed. Though not quite loudly because they were being sneaky. “Sober compared to you.”

I’d totally fuck you – a wasted thegravemistergraves

thegravemistergraves:

the-perfect-scientist:

*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

@thegravemistergraves

“Would you be able to focus enough to apparate without forgetting a limb?” he asked as the other giggled.  

Percival slung an arm around Carlos’ shoulders, something no one ever saw of the director unless he was strictly off hours. Leading the other down the road. “We nee to act… as sober as possible, to prevent… being arrested.” He said in a loud whisper, as though the other wouldn’t know about the alcohol ban. 

“I’m sober – dunno about you,” Carlos giggled. Then a
random-ass thought came to him that he thought he’d share: “I could jinx your
face and make it all swollen… pretend we got in a fight an’ – an’ that’s why
you’re all woozy.”

Carlos wrapped an arm around Percival’s back and supported
him against his own body – Carlos was maybe a little tipsy, but he wasn’t going
to let Percival fall flat on his face and cause the swelling he mentioned the
old-fashioned way.

I’d totally fuck you – a wasted thegravemistergraves

thegravemistergraves:

the-perfect-scientist:

thegravemistergraves

the-perfect-scientist:

*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

@thegravemistergraves

Percival gives a small sigh. “Fine fine Carlos, lots go.” He set his glass on the counter.

Carlos signaled the bartender to close the tab and he gave a
couple extra Dragots as a tip. Once that was done he drank the last bit of his
Giggle-water and slid out of his seat. Snickering, he reached for Percival’s
arm.

“He—hee-hee! C-C’mon,
Mr Graves, let’s—heh-heh-heh! – Let’s
go!”

Percival chuckled when the other giggled, taking his arm. Percival moved to the door. 

“Would you like to come to my house?… only so you don’t have to walk home by yourself, or i don’t have to walk home by myself, and you can stay in the guest room since you don’t seem to want to sleep in my room…” he mumbled as they walked. 

Carlos looked at Percival. He giggled softly. “Percy, I… I’m
a wizard. I don’t have to walk anywhere.” Though maybe he should apparate all
the same, as there was still Giggle Water in his system.

“Though with you, buddy, we’re walking. And I’ll make sure
you get there, don’t worry.” He smiled at him. He wasn’t going to pursue the
thought of Percival’s bed – especially not when he was like this.

I’d totally fuck you – a wasted thegravemistergraves

thegravemistergraves

the-perfect-scientist:

*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

@thegravemistergraves

Percival gives a small sigh. “Fine fine Carlos, lots go.” He set his glass on the counter.

Carlos signaled the bartender to close the tab and he gave a
couple extra Dragots as a tip. Once that was done he drank the last bit of his
Giggle-water and slid out of his seat. Snickering, he reached for Percival’s
arm.

“He—hee-hee! C-C’mon,
Mr Graves, let’s—heh-heh-heh! – Let’s
go!”