My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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The
acrobat was back at the labs without even being summoned, he didn’t
want to be alone at the moment with all of these thoughts of pursuing a
relationship with the father or not. He needed a distraction, and what
better to distract himself with but a handsome scientist.

“May I see Carlos? He’s a scientist here..” He prepped the reception, tapping his fingers along the sil.

Jake looked at Skip. “Oh, you’re the one from earlier today, aren’t you?” he asked. “Carlos has been working on your samples all day. He might have some information for you.” The scientist smiled at him. “Come on back with me. Just don’t touch anything – Carlos has the samples exposed at the moment.”

‘✿’

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

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the-perfect-scientist:

Send in ‘✿’ for starter where your muse finds out that mine has Hanahaki Disease

Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.

Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.

“Yes
he was, but we called it off early because he got sick. He was coughing
rather badly.. I wanted to check in to make sure he was ok. When he
wakes up could you give him this?” Cecil hands Jake the pastry. He was
still wondering about how Carlos was doing.

“Could you message me if he gets any worse or if he needs anything? I can leave my number with you-”

The younger man nodded. “Yeah, sure,” he said. He took the pastry and pulled out his phone. “What’s your number? I’ll send you a text so you can add me to your contacts too.” He unlocked the phone and opened up his messages.

Cecil told him his number, adding Jake to his contacts as well.

“I better get going to work, but don’t hesitate to text me if Carlos needs anything. If I can’t go I can send an intern!”

Jake nodded. “Sure thing, Cecil! I’ll go check on him. Have a good day at work! Or at least a safe day!”

‘✿’

tenticalkhoshekh

the-perfect-scientist:

Send in ‘✿’ for starter where your muse finds out that mine has Hanahaki Disease

Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.

Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.

“Yes
he was, but we called it off early because he got sick. He was coughing
rather badly.. I wanted to check in to make sure he was ok. When he
wakes up could you give him this?” Cecil hands Jake the pastry. He was
still wondering about how Carlos was doing.

“Could you message me if he gets any worse or if he needs anything? I can leave my number with you-”

The younger man nodded. “Yeah, sure,” he said. He took the pastry and pulled out his phone. “What’s your number? I’ll send you a text so you can add me to your contacts too.” He unlocked the phone and opened up his messages.

‘✿’

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh

the-perfect-scientist:

Send in ‘✿’ for starter where your muse finds out that mine has Hanahaki Disease

Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.

Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.

When
Cecil got home he put some food in his dog’s bowl before going to his
room to get changed into his pajamas. Taking a look at his phone he sent
a quick text to Carlos.

‘Goodnight Carlos, Goodnight. I hope you get better soon! If you need anything I’m just a text away -Cecil’

He sat down by his bed and pulled out the notes app on his phone to plan tomorrow’s show.

Carlos didn’t go to bed for a long while. It wasn’t until midnight (or what was closest to the concept of ‘midnight’ in Night Vale) that he saw there was a notification for his phone.

Just seeing who it was from seemed to send him into a coughing fit, leaving a sizable bright red blotch on the sleeve of his labcoat.

When he was done coughing, Carlos took a moment to catch his breath and he changed into a fresh labcoat. He felt pretty miserable. He didn’t know what to do. But he managed to text Cecil back, at least returning the niceties he’d given:

‘Thanks. Goodnight, Cecil -Carlos’

Cecil didn’t recieve the text until later the next day when he was getting ready to head towards the shower to get ready for the day. He sent off another text, unaware of the damage he was unintentionally causing Carlos.

‘Good morning •;3 -Cecil’

Soon enough he was heading out the door, making sure to grab the cat food he bought for Khoshekh. He drove by a coffee shop and went in. Cecil thought it might be a nice idea to drop by Carlos’s lab with some coffee. No doubt he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep the night before.

Carlos had gone to bed an hour after Cecil’s text and he was still asleep well into the morning. He wasn’t feeling well and having stayed up he just needed to sleep longer. He hadn’t heard his phone go off – he hadn’t even heard the alarms he’d had on.

As Cecil heard no response, he only ordered one coffee, choosing to get a pastry that might last better for Carlos. If He was awake, he could always give up his coffee. When Cecil got his order, he drove by Carlos’s lab and knocked on the door.

The door to the lab was answered by Jake – a young man with short red hair. He looked at Cecil and grinned. “Hey! Mr Palmer, right? How can I help you?”

Cecil smiled at the young man, holding the coffee and pastry in his hands.

“You can call me Cecil,” he said with a small smile, before continuing, “I was wondering if Carlos was awake?” He asked, raising the goodies he had for the scientist.

“Oh!” Jake said. “Well, he might still be asleep. He had a late night last night.” Jake then frowned in contemplation and looked off at a point past Cecil’s head. “I dunno why… we weren’t working on anything particularly interesting. Otherwise he would have forgotten about the bowling trip you guys had. He was with you yesterday afternoon, right?”

‘✿’

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh

the-perfect-scientist:

Send in ‘✿’ for starter where your muse finds out that mine has Hanahaki Disease

Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.

Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.

When
Cecil got home he put some food in his dog’s bowl before going to his
room to get changed into his pajamas. Taking a look at his phone he sent
a quick text to Carlos.

‘Goodnight Carlos, Goodnight. I hope you get better soon! If you need anything I’m just a text away -Cecil’

He sat down by his bed and pulled out the notes app on his phone to plan tomorrow’s show.

Carlos didn’t go to bed for a long while. It wasn’t until midnight (or what was closest to the concept of ‘midnight’ in Night Vale) that he saw there was a notification for his phone.

Just seeing who it was from seemed to send him into a coughing fit, leaving a sizable bright red blotch on the sleeve of his labcoat.

When he was done coughing, Carlos took a moment to catch his breath and he changed into a fresh labcoat. He felt pretty miserable. He didn’t know what to do. But he managed to text Cecil back, at least returning the niceties he’d given:

‘Thanks. Goodnight, Cecil -Carlos’

Cecil didn’t recieve the text until later the next day when he was getting ready to head towards the shower to get ready for the day. He sent off another text, unaware of the damage he was unintentionally causing Carlos.

‘Good morning •;3 -Cecil’

Soon enough he was heading out the door, making sure to grab the cat food he bought for Khoshekh. He drove by a coffee shop and went in. Cecil thought it might be a nice idea to drop by Carlos’s lab with some coffee. No doubt he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep the night before.

Carlos had gone to bed an hour after Cecil’s text and he was still asleep well into the morning. He wasn’t feeling well and having stayed up he just needed to sleep longer. He hadn’t heard his phone go off – he hadn’t even heard the alarms he’d had on.

As Cecil heard no response, he only ordered one coffee, choosing to get a pastry that might last better for Carlos. If He was awake, he could always give up his coffee. When Cecil got his order, he drove by Carlos’s lab and knocked on the door.

The door to the lab was answered by Jake – a young man with short red hair. He looked at Cecil and grinned. “Hey! Mr Palmer, right? How can I help you?”