selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos looked at Hancock again. “Do you think she’d want me?”
he asked. “I’m… I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting either Irma or Doctor
Amari, unfortunately. I, uh… never had caps that I was willing to spend on
using a Lounger.”

“I think she’d probably take ya, yeah. Especially if I put in a good word for ya.” He winked, a little smirk on his face. “We can head over there later if you want, after you fix my terminal, heh.”

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.

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

“If you are able to, I… would actually be very
much obliged,” Carlos told him sincerely. “You know me – I don’t have the
firepower to be an effective scavenger.” He looked at Hancock and offered him a
slight, grateful smile. He got another handful of cereal from his bowl and
munched some more.

“I know, man, this world is a tough thing to adjust to when you’ve lived a sheltered life. Besides, you kinda strike me as too sweet to really enjoy killing anything.” He took another bite of cereal, studying Carlos as he chewed then swallowed. “I can set somethin’ up for ya. Actually, I might be able to get ya in at the Memory Den if ya want, I’m sure Irma would appreciate someone helpin’ with upkeep of those machines and Doc Amari could probably use a hand as well, I doubt she’d mind havin’ another genius around to work with, y’know?”

Carlos looked at Hancock again. “Do you think she’d want me?”
he asked. “I’m… I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting either Irma or Doctor
Amari, unfortunately. I, uh… never had caps that I was willing to spend on
using a Lounger.”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

“You’re supposed to get back to the lab with
your data,” Carlos explained. “Science isn’t about just doing field work all
the time.” He sighed. “No, I don’t need a lab. Like I said, I don’t do that
anymore – I’m a scavver now. Can’t really eat working on science, you know?” Well, he was getting sad now. Dammit.

“Eh, I still think ya count as a scientist, not gonna stop me from callin’ ya one, anyway.” He shrugged, picking up his bowl again to pick at is cereal. “I’m sure I could find ya some work to put that science background to use if ya want, I got a good enough setup here for ya to stick around if you’re interested.”

“If you are able to, I… would actually be very
much obliged,” Carlos told him sincerely. “You know me – I don’t have the
firepower to be an effective scavenger.” He looked at Hancock and offered him a
slight, grateful smile. He got another handful of cereal from his bowl and
munched some more.

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos snorted softly and shook his head. “I’m
not the ridiculous one – and no, I’m not a scientist anymore.” He was tempted
to laugh again, but Carlos took a big sigh to keep the giggles at bay. He
grabbed his bottle and took a drink of juice to help himself a bit more. “Can’t
be a scientist without a lab,” he went on, “and mine’s back in the Vault,
remember? I’m just a scavver now.”

“Hmm….. I’m not sure that’s really how it works, heh. Weren’t there scientists that did shit outside of a lab? Like uh…. the ones who looked for fossils and shit, they were out diggin’ in the dirt and still counted as scientists, I think you count too.” He winked. “If ya really need a lab though, I could probably set ya up with somethin’, y’know?”

“You’re supposed to get back to the lab with
your data,” Carlos explained. “Science isn’t about just doing field work all
the time.” He sighed. “No, I don’t need a lab. Like I said, I don’t do that
anymore – I’m a scavver now. Can’t really eat working on science, you know?” Well, he was getting sad now. Dammit.

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos was still cackling softly, his head
pressed into Hancock’s shoulder. He tried to take deep breaths. Trying to calm
himself.

“You…. You should take an actual scientist
with you, then,” he said, lifting his head and grinning at Hancock. He took
another deep breath. “Okay… I think I’m good now…”

“You tellin’ me you ain’t an actual scientist? I think you’re more qualified than anyone out here, heh.” There was a grin on his face as he watched Carlos, more amused by the other man’s laughter than the actual conversation. “You’re ridiculous, man. Completely ridiculous.”

Carlos snorted softly and shook his head. “I’m
not the ridiculous one – and no, I’m not a scientist anymore.” He was tempted
to laugh again, but Carlos took a big sigh to keep the giggles at bay. He
grabbed his bottle and took a drink of juice to help himself a bit more. “Can’t
be a scientist without a lab,” he went on, “and mine’s back in the Vault,
remember? I’m just a scavver now.”