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Carlos grinned at him. “Yeah? Well give it a while… I’m sure that soon you’re going to be groaning at my work. It’s okay – I”m used to it. Puns are just some of my favorites.”

“We’ll see, I s’pose. Puns ain’t exactly my favorite form of humor, but that’s alright, I like ya well enough to overlook that.” He winked. “You get a lotta groans from folks for jokin’ around? Why is that? People in the states don’t like to laugh or something?”

Carlos chuckled. “Nah, nah, it’s just… I said them so often. I’d be met with a unanimous groaning of ‘Carlos…’ if it was a particularly bad one. My classmates often found them pretty… punishing.”

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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“Science?”
Skip hadn’t often thought about how long things usually took, he
focused more on the outcome of things even if they took years or only
weeks, the outcome was always the most important part he believed.
Science wasn’t exactly his forte, therefore he also hadn’t given it an
opportunity into his mind too much.

He tilted his head a bit and hummed curiously, “Yeah, Science I
guess..” He muttered, not knowing what exactly he was implying with his
statement, hopefully it sounded like he was agreeing. “Do you think I’ll
have to come back here a lot, if you guys find something?”

“Maybe,” Carlos said. “The testing will use up the samples and if we don’t get results immediately we might need more.” He then looked at Skip again. “What exactly…. brought you here? I was under the impression you weren’t very interested in… um, science.”

Carlos was still pretty apprehensive. Last night hadn’t left a good impression on him, in actuality.

“Like I said,” Began Skip once more looking over to The scientist with a slight roll of his eyes, “I feel bad for people that have these problems- there’s not a lot I can do about it except give up my body to science! I want to help, but donations only do so much.. Plus, I’m not exactly the richest cat in town.” He sighed, feeling absentmindedly at his empty pockets.

“I’m not that into science, but I figured that when I saw the slip that I could help for once..”

“Huh. Well okay.” That was understandable, Carlos supposed. He still wasn’t sure about working with Skip, but time would tell how it went. “Any help we can get with this would be great. Though results could be a long-time coming, we’ll at least be setting out steppingstones for other researchers who could find the breakthrough. Here… go ahead and sit in that chair and we’ll talk first before we start pulling blood and hair samples, sound good?”

Skip nodded in a chipper manner, his body shifting into the seat like he had been stabbed in the stomach and a metal pole was struck down his spine, he moved like lightning. “Will it hurt?”

Will it hurt? This man hunted people and he was worried about the pain.

Carlos sat down in an adjacent stool next to a desk. He picked up the ipad sitting on it and turned it on to start taking notes.

“Well, yeah, some of it will,” he admitted. “I’ll warn you though, and I’ll tell you how much it should. I’ll be very careful. I got my PA degree in high school, so I know a bit about what I”m doing.” Between robotics club, some other college-level classes, and the occasional magic adventures on a school bus, he managed it.

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♪: What factors and events shaped how your muse views sex and
sexual matters? Were they influenced by other people or did their own
experiences shape their view of it?

Some of Carlos’ main experiences happened in Senior year of high school and the early years of college. In High School he and a friend Ralphie Tennelli decided to try to see how it was to sleep with guys. Ralphie didn’t like it. But Carlos did. They never talk about it.

Between high school and college Carlos and Wanda Li dated for a bit. But while they were friends growing up, Wanda was a little too critical for Carlos so he broke it off. She wasn’t a fan of his commentary for just about everything, not just in the bedroom.

Then when college started he tried dating Dorothy Anne Rourke since they’d had a mutual crush since childhood. But Dorothy was very concerned with her books and her research, and Carlos had his own school work to focus on. Since both of them were going for high-intellect careers and their schooling was important they mutually agreed that it wasn’t working and broke up. Carlos wished circumstances were better for them, or that they might have waited before going to school to try dating each other first, but it didn’t happen. He regrets that they couldn’t try harder and he misses her, but he’s not gonna say so – he has no idea if D.A. feels the same because she just dove into her school work and he hardly ever got a chance to hang out with her again.

Since college, Carlos has tried to date a couple times but his work got in the way so he gave up trying until he felt like his work didn’t make him so busy. That hasn’t really happened.