Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos grinned again. “It’s kinda nice,” Carlos said. “I
like seeing all the order and knowing that things are connected in a special
way. I can’t tell you how many cars or machines that I’ve seen that just made
me sad looking at them. I’ve always wanted to ride in a car.”

Carlos took the casing off and set it to the side, upside
down as a make-shift tray for parts. A thought occurred to him. “Oh – can you
get me a bowl for the screws I get out?” he asked Hancock. “I’m sorry; I didn’t
think of it until now.”

“Wait, is the inside of a car messy? Never really looked in one’a them either, never had a reason since they don’t exactly run, y’know? I’ve always wanted to ride in one too, wonder if I ever will.”

At Carlos’ request, Hancock got up and headed over to the cabinet to grab a bowl, carrying it back over and setting it down beside the other man as he took his seat on the floor again. “This work well enough? Don’t need a couple for different sizes? I dunno if that’s a thing, heh.”

“This will do great – I can tell which screws go where,”
Carlos told him, giving him a smile. “Thanks!” He started to undo screws on the
piece and dropped them into the bowl.

“About the cars… I get sad because they don’t run. Now they’re just miniature nuclear reactors
waiting to go off because they can’t be properly contained. And without working
parts… they’re of course completely useless.”

Of Scavvers and Raiders (Fallout Au: Closed w/ rakyatleader)

multipliicity:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos took the needle. He sighed, looking at the raider’s weeping
wound. Carlos then took another deep breath and flexed his fingers. “Okay…” he
said softly. “Um… okay. Let’s see about going about this…”

Slowly he reached out and touched her skin just beside her
wound.

She closes her eyes when she feels him touch her skin, taking deep, slow breaths to try to calm herself. “If you take any longer, Carlos, I will bleed out.” Despite her statement, her tone is joking and lighthearted, trying to ease his worries. “Just go on. It does not need to be perfect.”

@the-perfect-scientist

Carlos tensed slightly at her words, but he nodded. “Right…
right, okay,” he said softly. He breathed again and drew the needle closer to
her skin.

“Did we clean this?” he suddenly asked, pulling the needle
back. “No, no… of course we did!” he
then reasoned. “I wouldn’t have gone this far without cleaning it.” He then
huffed at himself. “I’m sorry – I’ve never done this before. I just – I don’t
want to hurt you any more than you are.”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos kept smiling and nodded. “Yeah… sure,” he said,
trying to sound at least a little casual and not nervous at all; or not as
nervous as he was. “Do you… wanna run and get us some towels while I look for a
fresh pair of underwear?” Carlos cringed a little at his wording – he should
have just said ‘clean clothes’.

“Yeah, alright. I’ll get the bath started and find us some towels.” He still wasn’t sure Carlos really wanted to do this, but if he said he did, he’d trust the other man was telling him the truth. With a little smile, Hancock got up and pecked him on the cheek then headed into his bedroom, stripping out of his first few layers of clothing before stepping into the bathroom to start a bath and pull out towels, setting them near the tub.

Carlos smiled a bit at the kiss on the cheek. It always gave
him little tingles when Hancock kissed him. Every
time.

Carlos got up and went to the bedroom to grab his clothes –
for now just a set of boxers and his undershirt. He thought for a moment but then also
searched for a pair for Hancock. Though what he found, distressed him a little
bit – Hancock’s briefs obviously had seen better days… maybe twenty years ago.
They were clean just… not white. Carlos decided to go grab another pair of his
instead for Hancock before heading to the bathroom, making a mental note to
find out Hancock’s waist size and seeing about ordering some from Daisy.

Carlos poked his head in and smiled over at Hancock. “Hey.”

A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos went to the drawer indicated and found what he was
looking for. He nodded, grabbing the serving spoon and a couple sets of
chopsticks. “Found them,” he called out. “Thank you!”

Carlos went back to the
stove and busied himself with filling their bowls. He looked over at Hancock. “Where
do you wanna eat?” he asked, smiling widely.

“Depends on whether ya wanna sit down or stand over the counter.” He chuckled, glancing back over the couch again to meet Carlos’ eyes. He breathed in through his nose then, letting out a pleased little hum afterwards. “Man, my sense’a smell might not be so great anymore, but I can tell whatever that is is gonna be delicious, heh. C’mon and sit, let’s eat, sunshine.”

Carlos grabbed the chopsticks and a bowl in each hand before
turning to head over to the couch. He smiled at Hancock as he a bowl down in
front of him and offered a set of chopsticks to him – one of the closest
matching sets he could find.

A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos sighed. He barely had the chance to try to be sneaky.
Oh well – in the end Hancock would still be surprised.

As Carlos cooked/warmed up the food he thought about the
other present he had – it was in his workshop. Or… an area in the warehouse
that he deemed to be his work area. He’d have to run out and get it after
dinner. Damn – he wished he had a little bit of foresight.

Carlos paid close attention to the noodles, stirring
constantly so that none of it got stuck to the pot. Eventually, steam was
coming up out of the pot and after a test with his finger Carlos thought it was
warm enough without risk of overcooking. He quickly shut off the element and
covered the pot before he went in search of a serving spoon and some
chopsticks.

“Hey, Han – where did you put the utensils?” Carlos called
as he started opening drawers and cabinets.

“Hmm?” Looking up from his book again, Hancock peeked over the back of the couch at him, the question taking a moment to register. “Oh, that uh, that drawer there by the sink….. I think. Unless I moved shit while I was high, it’s happened before, heh.”

Carlos went to the drawer indicated and found what he was
looking for. He nodded, grabbing the serving spoon and a couple sets of
chopsticks. “Found them,” he called out. “Thank you!”

Carlos went back to the
stove and busied himself with filling their bowls. He looked over at Hancock. “Where
do you wanna eat?” he asked, smiling widely.

Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos looked at him and he smiled. “Oh, of course,” he
said.

Carlos got his tools and set them aside before he started to
carefully unwrap the terminal that they got from the fabric he’d wrapped it in.
He then took out one of his screwdrivers and started to take off the casing.

Going quiet then, the ghoul just sat close and watched the other man work, a curious look on his face. “Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever really seen the inside of one’a these things, not like…. whole, anyway. I’ve seen ‘em smashed up before.”

Carlos grinned again. “It’s kinda nice,” Carlos said. “I
like seeing all the order and knowing that things are connected in a special
way. I can’t tell you how many cars or machines that I’ve seen that just made
me sad looking at them. I’ve always wanted to ride in a car.”

Carlos took the casing off and set it to the side, upside
down as a make-shift tray for parts. A thought occurred to him. “Oh – can you
get me a bowl for the screws I get out?” he asked Hancock. “I’m sorry; I didn’t
think of it until now.”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

And just like that, the moment was quickly going. And Carlos
could see that the night was going to be awkward if he didn’t do something.

“Um… hey, Han? I think I’d like to give it a try.” Carlos
looked at Hancock and smiled at him. “I mean… you just said it would be nice so…
if you’d like to, I’d like to try it.” It did sound nice… sitting in warm water
cuddled up against Hancock. He wondered how they’d be able to maneuver to get
any washing done, but he supposed there would be a way.

“Are–– you’re sure?” Where the ghoul was normally cool and confident in situations like this, his uncertainty was beginning to show. Committed relationships…. weren’t something Hancock was familiar with and he was more than a little paranoid about scaring Carlos. “You uh…. you’re not just sayin’ you’re interested to make me happy? You actually wanna do it?”

Carlos kept smiling and nodded. “Yeah… sure,” he said,
trying to sound at least a little casual and not nervous at all; or not as
nervous as he was. “Do you… wanna run and get us some towels while I look for a
fresh pair of underwear?” Carlos cringed a little at his wording – he should
have just said ‘clean clothes’.

Into the Gallery (closed w/brutallyartistic)

Coming into the old city had been a bad idea, Carlos
decided, as he ran through the streets along the river. A pack of raiders had
caught sight of him and were now after him like a pack of wolves after a rabbit
who didn’t even have a god-damn gun!

He wondered about jumping over the wall and hiding out in
the trash piled along the polluted banks of the river. But he was toting so
much scrap that it would be too difficult, and if he were to just drop the bag
they might be able to figure out where he went.

His legs were getting tired and had to stop sometime. Carlos
saw a mailbox and an overturned picnicking table and he went for it. As soon as
he sat down he regretted his choice, but it was too late – he could hear
footsteps coming.

@brutallyartistic

A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos smiled. “I’m trying to keep it a surprise,” he
admitted as he put in the second container. Enough for two people. “But you’ll
like it, I promise. I know for a fact that you will.”

“A surprise it is, then. I’ll stay over here until you’re done.” Picking up his glass, Hancock settled back into the couch and sipped at his drink, idly leafing through the book he’d been reading.

Carlos sighed. He barely had the chance to try to be sneaky.
Oh well – in the end Hancock would still be surprised.

As Carlos cooked/warmed up the food he thought about the
other present he had – it was in his workshop. Or… an area in the warehouse
that he deemed to be his work area. He’d have to run out and get it after
dinner. Damn – he wished he had a little bit of foresight.

Carlos paid close attention to the noodles, stirring
constantly so that none of it got stuck to the pot. Eventually, steam was
coming up out of the pot and after a test with his finger Carlos thought it was
warm enough without risk of overcooking. He quickly shut off the element and
covered the pot before he went in search of a serving spoon and some
chopsticks.

“Hey, Han – where did you put the utensils?” Carlos called
as he started opening drawers and cabinets.

A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos smiled awkwardly. “Well, I get sleepy with booze. And
honestly I’d rather be awake. Some juice or something would be nice… but if we
just have the Nuka that’s fine.” He unwrapped the package and opened the first
container of noodles, quickly dumping them into the pot before Hancock could
see it. He hoped he didn’t see it… and he hoped Hancock couldn’t smell it
either.

“Cute. I’ll keep that in mind.” Hancock grabbed a bottle of rum for himself and carried it back to the table then headed to the fridge for a couple bottles, one Nuka and some juice for Carlos and busied himself mixing the soda and rum in his own glass and filling a second with just juice. “So, what are we having, anyway? Or is that a surprise?”

Carlos smiled. “I’m trying to keep it a surprise,” he
admitted as he put in the second container. Enough for two people. “But you’ll
like it, I promise. I know for a fact that you will.”