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the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos looked at it. “Well… there’s two options,” he said. I can solder it back in place and the connections will work as good as new. But I’d have to be creative with how to apply that since I doubt you have a soldering gun lying around… or spare solder.” Carlos set the piece down. “The other option is to wait until we can get a replacement for it. It still has some use… but in the state, it is a little dangerous and risks burning out more of the parts inside and shorting out.”

His frown deepened as he stared down at the console, considering Carlos’ words. He didn’t really want to get rid of the part, but if it was putting the rest of the terminal in danger, what other option did he have? “Well……. I don’t want it fuckin’ everything else up, What can ya do for now to make sure everythin’ else works while we figure out how to fix that?”

“I can take it out now,” Carlos said. “The rest of the terminal will work – it’ll just give you a warning letting you know that the drive isn’t attached. But if you just don’t put any holotapes in then it won’t run.”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

*Sighs*. It’s… it’s because I’m not sure I’ll like it. And… what if you do? I don’t wanna deny you something that you like…

“Don’t worry about it darlin’, it really doesn’t mean that much to me to try it out, especially if it makes ya a little uncomfortable.”

Carlos still felt bad about it though. He took Hancock’s hand and brought it up to kiss his knuckles. He then leaned in and pressed a kiss to Hancock’s mouth. “I’m sorry…”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos finally looked away to glance around. He spotted a clean(ish) cloth on his workbench and nodded to it. “Hand that over here so I can at least wipe off.”

Carlos’ heart was pounding. He wanted to grab Hancock and kiss the life out of him, but he didn’t want to ruin this moment by smearing grease and oil everywhere.

He nodded, reaching over to grab the cloth and hand it to him. The longer this dragged on without any real response, the harder it was for Hancock to keep himself together. He swallowed, watching Carlos uncertainly as he cleaned himself up, the suspense killing him.

Carlos quickly wiped at his face before he started to mop up the wet grease on his hand. His hands were shaking and he was trying not to appear too jittery. But with the time it was taking to clean his hands (and make sure Hancock’s beloved coat didn’t accidentally get stained) Carlos was starting to realize how it looked.

“I”m not trying to blow you off,” Carlos told Hancock quickly, still furiously wiping his hands clean. “I am legitimately worried about getting grease on your coat. Because, Han – I want you to know“ Carlos glanced down at his hands. Eh… good enough.

He tossed the rag down before grabbing Hancock’s head and pulling him in for a hard, but adoring, kiss.

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Carlos made a little yelping noise in horrified shock. No! his mind screamed, as his mouth
couldn’t form the words. It’s not Hancock’s
fault! It’s not your fault!!

He hiccupped and made a soft, distressed moaning sound.
Carlos wriggled his hand out of Hancock’s grip and wrapped his arm around
himself to hug himself tightly. He wanted to run – run so that Hancock didn’t
have to look at his ugly crying face and feel bad about it. But that would
require moving, which immediately wasn’t possible. Hancock was still
practically on top of him. And in addition, Carlos was naked. He felt so
exposed and raw already — he didn’t want to try uncurling and getting up to
get his clothes on.

But he might have to. He wanted to be alone so badly.

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Carlos made a noise of surprise as he was pulled in. His hands came up to hold Hancock’s waist and his eyes fluttered shut as they kissed. When they broke apart, Carlos smiled at him, a little dreamily.

“I’m glad you like it,“ he said softly. He swallowed slightly. “Um, admittedly that holotape is a bit beefier than standard ones. It… it took a little bit finding the right parts to put it together. But I already had the games – my brother was a programmer and he beefed up my Pipboy for me. So… um… yeah.”

“Ah, that makes more sense.” He paused, looking down at the holotape in his hand with a warm smile, it was amazing that the other man could even wrap his head around all of this, it was all over his head.

“You’re incredible.” He breathed, smile growing wider again as he looked back into Carlos’ eyes. “Really, you’re absolutely amazing, sweetheart.”

Carlos bit his lip to keep from smiling too goofily. “I… thanks, Hancock. So are you. I wanted to make sure I got you something cool, that nobody else had… well, other than me, I guess. Something that you’d really appreciate. And you like playing the games, so… yeah.” He knew he was babbling a bit, but he couldn’t help it. He was just so relieved and happy that Hancock liked the present. He was honestly a little worried that Hancock’s not growing up with a holiday spirit would damper it. But it seemed like everything was alright.

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the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos shook his head. “Not yet, but almost,” he said. He showed Hancock the drive. “Some of the soldering in the connections are eroded,” Carlos explained, pointing to a couple spots on the attached board. “If you hear a zapping or a sort of almost grinding, clicking noise when trying to run a holotape, then that means that the electricity is actually jumping to connect.”

“Oh…. hmm…. “ The ghoul frowned as he looked down at the piece in question, debating whether or not he wanted to get rid of the part. “Is there anything you can do to fix it? Or is it too far gone? I’d rather not have that shit set everything else on fire, y’know?”

Carlos looked at it. “Well… there’s two options,” he said. I can solder it back in place and the connections will work as good as new. But I’d have to be creative with how to apply that since I doubt you have a soldering gun lying around… or spare solder.” Carlos set the piece down. “The other option is to wait until we can get a replacement for it. It still has some use… but in the state, it is a little dangerous and risks burning out more of the parts inside and shorting out.”

“Oh- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you. I don’t want any trouble I promise, I just –” Carlos paused when recognition dawned on him. “Oh, um… hello again. Um… Kiara, right?” ((fallout au — i made him misremember her name on purpose ;3 I hope this is ok))

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the-perfect-scientist:

distantpagesandpapercuts:

There’s a small moment of confusion on her face before it is replaced with the same recognition. Kira smiles a bit, impressed that he remembered her at all.

Even if incorrectly, it was close enough.

“Kira, but yeah.” She nods happily, “It’s been awhile, I honestly didn’t expect to see you ever again!” A small giggle escapes her, “I’m afraid I cannot recall your name, I’m horrible with names. But I remember, from Concord right?”

“I’m afraid I haven’t met Myrna,” Carlos said. “Percy seems very sensible though, and very friendly, so she can’t be all that bad.” But maybe she was – Carlos didn’t know. It was just usually Mr Handy units were about as friendly as their owners wanted them to be.

“If I find you a book I’ll be happy to help explain baseball to you,” Carlos then said with a slight smile. “I played it every so often – they though really I prefer soccer. But my pal Ralphie – he was obsessed with the game and would get very competitive. It was pretty funny sometimes.” He sighed. “As for Moe… according to my history class, I think maybe he’d prefer ancient Rome to actual baseball. He seems to be really enamored with the blood and guts side of sports… and Rome had plenty of that.”

Kira chuckles a bit, “Mmm, Myrna and I don’t get along. She’s a bit overzealous for my tastes. So maybe she’s just rude to me?” She chuckles once more before sipping her tea.

“But I will agree that Percy is rather nice, regardless of how Myrna feels about me or my clients. She might like you, though don’t be surprised if she’s suspicious towards you. She has a real bad ‘witch hunt’ vibe about her. Part of the ‘synth fever’ everyone has around here.”

Yes, it seemed everyone around here was paranoid about it. And perhaps Kira would be too if she wasn’t formerly Brotherhood. Or if she had anyone valuable to her that could be or was replaced. But now that she knew so many synths and how kind they could be, Kira knew that she couldn’t switch opinion if she tried.

“Really now?” She smiles, “That’s rather kind of you. And if you played it, perhaps you’ll be better at explaining it than a book. Can you play with two people?” Kira asks curiously, knowing fully well she had very little athletic prowess. The only thing that she had going for her is that she was rather speedy when she wanted to be.

“Mmm, yes. He’s got the attitude of a sportsman. But I think that he’d be much more interested in history. Chock full of blood and war. But I don’t think he’d take my word for it.” She giggles to the other, “Perhaps you may have better luck.”

Carlos grinned at her. “You can try to play with two people,
but it’s really works better with at least ten,” he said. “The ideal is
eighteen so you can have a person on each base, a catcher behind the batter, a
pitcher, and others scattered in the field. It also helps to have an umpire to
make sure things are fair and to make calls on fouls or you’ll just have
baseball teams fighting… then it will
be like what Moe describes, heh.”

He hadn’t thought about it, but he realized there was a lot
about baseball to talk about. It’ll prove to be a long talk, he realized.

He then looked at Kira. “What’s… what is with the, uh… ‘Synth Fever’? I don’t
understand what all that means… what’s a Synth?”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos noticed that Hancock was getting anxious, but for once he didn’t feel bad about it. That was because there was nothing for Hancock to worry about at all.

“I wanna kiss you,” Carlos blurted out. “Hard. But… my hands and face are dirty. And I don’t wanna stain your coat.” A he started to flush in his face, but he kept his eyes on Hancock.

The longer it took Carlos to say it back, the more his anxiety grew. He tried to push it down, to ignore it and pretend like everything was alright, but the tightness in his chest wouldn’t go away and he was having a hard time even just speaking as it dragged on.

“I uh–– do you…. wanna go clean up?” He asked hesitantly, not particularly fond of the idea of letting Carlos go right now, afraid he might just run.

Carlos finally looked away to glance around. He spotted a clean(ish) cloth on his workbench and nodded to it. “Hand that over here so I can at least wipe off.”

Carlos’ heart was pounding. He wanted to grab Hancock and kiss the life out of him, but he didn’t want to ruin this moment by smearing grease and oil everywhere.