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selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hummed and smiled. “Well, if you ever have a
particular problem you can’t figure out… Go ahead and ask me. I won’t judge
you.”

“I appreciate that. It’s mostly just simple math, y’know? But sometimes I just don’t have the brain power to figure it out quick and I get annoyed.”

Carlos nodded. “Yeah, I understand,” he said. “Engineering
requires a lot of numbers know-how, so I’ll be your man if you ever need the
help.” He ate more of his cereal, not really thinking about what he’d just said
to Hancock.

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

“Well, I think so,” Carlos said. “But not painfully so.
Ideally you still gotta love each other and be able to be serious and
trustworthy. At least I think so…”

“Well, my brother was and always will be an asshole, probably gets that from my father, but he’s kinda taken it to a fuckin’ extreme, heh. At least it’s not just me he’s an ass too, I guess, just a dick in general.”

“Oh… um… okay. I guess… some folks are just like that,”
Carlos said a little awkwardly. He didn’t know what to say to that… without
insulting Hancock’s brother, who Carlos of course never met. He also wasn’t sure if ‘sorry’ was appropriate – the guy wasn’t dead, just… apparently an asshole.

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

“Wow. The most I’ve ever done was given my brother jinxed
pens on occasion. I didn’t want to be too
much of a butt to him, you know?” He offered the other man a slight smile.

“Heh, you were a good brother then. Only way I could ever fight back was with shit from the prank shops, but that ain’t anythin’ compared to the shit he pulled. Guess that’s what you’re supposed to do though, right? Fuck with each other? That’s how television makes it seem, anyway.”

“Well, I think so,” Carlos said. “But not painfully so.
Ideally you still gotta love each other and be able to be serious and
trustworthy. At least I think so…”

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selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hummed in false contemplation. “Well… I suppose that’s
acceptable,” he said with a smile. He laughed. “Yeah, no, I don’t think you’re
dumb. Some folks just have different strengths.”

“Exactly. I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m really bad at math, but it’s not my strong suit, gets frustrating sometimes, y’know?”

Carlos hummed and smiled. “Well, if you ever have a
particular problem you can’t figure out… Go ahead and ask me. I won’t judge
you.”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos shrugged again. “Yeah… that’s just how it was though.
I was at least tempted to learn Repairo
wandlessly – it would have made things a little easier.”

“Man, if I’d been in that position, I’d definitely have learned some wandless magic, heh. I wouldn’t have been able to stand it, not doin’ any magic at home. Shit man, even just dealin’ with my brother without magic was awful, guy was an ass when I was a kid and couldn’t throw any spells back at him yet.”

“Wow. The most I’ve ever done was given my brother jinxed
pens on occasion. I didn’t want to be too
much of a butt to him, you know?” He offered the other man a slight smile.

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selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos just smiled and shrugged slightly. “I guess not
everyone enjoys solving number puzzles, huh?”

“Not so much, heh. I’ve always been more of a history guy than a math guy, ya feel? Doesn’t ever make me feel dumb.”

Carlos hummed in false contemplation. “Well… I suppose that’s
acceptable,” he said with a smile. He laughed. “Yeah, no, I don’t think you’re
dumb. Some folks just have different strengths.”

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selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos laughed at that. “Yeah… I mean, budgeting can be fun.
It’s like math… just with higher stakes.”

“Heh, I dunno, you ask me, math ain’t all that excitin’.” Letting out a light chuckle, Hancock finished off his cereal and set the empty bowl down. “Maybe if Irma and Amari ain’t interested, I’ll just hire you to do that shit since you like it so much.”

Carlos just smiled and shrugged slightly. “I guess not
everyone enjoys solving number puzzles, huh?”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos nodded and shrugged slightly. “Yeah… we can’t even
take our wands home during the summer in America. It’s against Ilvermorny
policy.”

“They take ‘em away? Shit man…. America’s strict, huh? We just had to not do shit in front’a muggles. Y’know we don’t need wands to do magic though, right? I mean, I feel like that’d just encourage kids to learn wandless magic early–– or make ya all real rusty by the time ya got back to school at the end of summer.”

Carlos shrugged again. “Yeah… that’s just how it was though.
I was at least tempted to learn Repairo
wandlessly – it would have made things a little easier.”

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selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos nodded. “Certainly,” he said. He smiled at Hancock,
grateful. “You… you’re not busy with anything else, are you? I hate to take you
away from your work.” He got a weird sense of déjà vu – he wondered if he’d already
said something like that before.

“I’m not busy often, honestly. Ain’t much around here for me to do if shit isn’t blowin’ up, y’know? I can take some time to help ya find some work that suits ya a little better, sounds like more fun than like…. budgeting, anyway.”

Carlos laughed at that. “Yeah… I mean, budgeting can be fun.
It’s like math… just with higher stakes.”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

“It’s fine… it’s for the better, I’ve learned a while ago.”
He smiled sympathetically at Hancock’s story. “I’m sorry that happened. Did you
ever make it up to your friend?”

“Eh, it was fine. I apologized and got him some real expensive gifts to make up for it, he forgave me after that, heh. Those kinda accidents are pretty common with young witches and wizards, y’know? Guess that’s why most of us tend not to hang around muggles, ‘specially when we’re young.”

Carlos nodded and shrugged slightly. “Yeah… we can’t even
take our wands home during the summer in America. It’s against Ilvermorny
policy.”