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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 couldn’t help but feel like such a swine, he was so hungry yet
none of the things that Carlos was offering would help, he wanted to
speak out but found himself possibly being yelled at or discriminated
against, being a blood sucker wasn’t exactly the most welcoming thing.
He reached in and grabbed one of the juice boxes, whichever one had the
darkest red color on it, quickly popping the top and stuffing in the
straw.

“Thanks- sorry I didn’t prepare, I usually try to eat before I get
too far from my apartment.. I guess it slipped my mind.” But it hadn’t,
it was just harder to catch a meal lately.

“That’s okay,” Carlos said. “Do you want anything else? The juice will pick you up, but I’d feel better if you had a fuller meal.” Carlos kept the fridge open, making it inviting. Something seemed weird again, but Carlos couldn’t put his finger on it at all.

“Uh, I guess..” Why couldn’t he just deny this man? Probably because he acted like a dad, and that was just the nicest way anyone had acted towards him in a long time. It was at least awkward for the acrobat as he grabbed out some pudding, unable to help the gluttonous feeling that he was stealing the food that wouldn’t even make a difference.

“A-are you sure no one else might need this stuff? I’d feel awful bad if someone was looking for this..”

“I stock the fridge,” Carlos said as he shut said-appliance. “I make sure there’s food in here because there’s nothing worse than trying to work while your stomach’s growling. Also, you’ll need a pick-me-up after I take some samples from you, so I just decided to go ahead and provide that too.” Carlos moved to the counter and opened a drawer to pull out a spoon, which he offered to Skip.

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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 couldn’t help but feel like such a swine, he was so hungry yet
none of the things that Carlos was offering would help, he wanted to
speak out but found himself possibly being yelled at or discriminated
against, being a blood sucker wasn’t exactly the most welcoming thing.
He reached in and grabbed one of the juice boxes, whichever one had the
darkest red color on it, quickly popping the top and stuffing in the
straw.

“Thanks- sorry I didn’t prepare, I usually try to eat before I get
too far from my apartment.. I guess it slipped my mind.” But it hadn’t,
it was just harder to catch a meal lately.

“That’s okay,” Carlos said. “Do you want anything else? The juice will pick you up, but I’d feel better if you had a fuller meal.” Carlos kept the fridge open, making it inviting. Something seemed weird again, but Carlos couldn’t put his finger on it at all.

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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 hummed, shaking his head as he answered into a yawn from
boredom at the interview. “No, just seasonal stuff.. How um-“ Skip
rolled his neck, sighing into a crack in his vertebrae. “How much longer
are these questions? I wasn’t really expecting to be answering so much-
I thought it was just a get in get out..”

Carlos offered him a slight smile. “It’s just for formality’s sake. The needle is the ‘get in, get out’ part, heh.”

Carlos moved a few things around on the ipad before turning it to Skip. “Here. This is a consent form. Read it and go ahead and sign it. Don’t worry about the date – time isn’t real anyway.”

“No, I guess not huh,” Mumbled the acrobat as he grabbed up the clipboard and pen, slouching over to hurriedly scribble down his intitals with eyes set firmly on his handwriting. As soon as he finished, he popped up and handed the two things back, “Now what?”

“Well, we’ll start with the easy one,” Carlos said. “A blood sample. Have you eaten at all yet today, by the way?”

“Uh, no..?” Skip answered in a vaguely confused tone, unbuttoning his sleeve to roll it up above his elbow. Glancing over his slightly tan skin and seeing the dark blue veins just beneath it, he shuddered and looked away nervously. “What does that have to do, with anything?”

Carlos pressed his lips together. “Well, I don’t want you passing out when I pull blood out of you. But I have snacks thankfully – and juice.” He smiled and stood up. “C’mon.. I have it all in the break room fridge.”

Skip wanted to tell the scientist that those things wouldn’t exactly be efficient, but he didn’t want to kill his seemingly chipper mood. So he stood up and followed the darker man into the break room, rather embarrassed that he hadn’t just lied and said ‘yes’.

Would Carlos have been able to tell anyway? A scientist specializing in science must have been pretty darn smart, and could probably read people!

Carlos opened the door and led the way to a refridgerator. He opened it for Skip. “So there’s some Caprisun and juice boxes in here, as well as some pudding cups.” He then pointed to the cupboards in a corner of the room. “There’s trail mix and fruit snacks over there. What would you like?”

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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 hummed, shaking his head as he answered into a yawn from
boredom at the interview. “No, just seasonal stuff.. How um-“ Skip
rolled his neck, sighing into a crack in his vertebrae. “How much longer
are these questions? I wasn’t really expecting to be answering so much-
I thought it was just a get in get out..”

Carlos offered him a slight smile. “It’s just for formality’s sake. The needle is the ‘get in, get out’ part, heh.”

Carlos moved a few things around on the ipad before turning it to Skip. “Here. This is a consent form. Read it and go ahead and sign it. Don’t worry about the date – time isn’t real anyway.”

“No, I guess not huh,” Mumbled the acrobat as he grabbed up the clipboard and pen, slouching over to hurriedly scribble down his intitals with eyes set firmly on his handwriting. As soon as he finished, he popped up and handed the two things back, “Now what?”

“Well, we’ll start with the easy one,” Carlos said. “A blood sample. Have you eaten at all yet today, by the way?”

“Uh, no..?” Skip answered in a vaguely confused tone, unbuttoning his sleeve to roll it up above his elbow. Glancing over his slightly tan skin and seeing the dark blue veins just beneath it, he shuddered and looked away nervously. “What does that have to do, with anything?”

Carlos pressed his lips together. “Well, I don’t want you passing out when I pull blood out of you. But I have snacks thankfully – and juice.” He smiled and stood up. “C’mon.. I have it all in the break room fridge.”

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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 hummed, shaking his head as he answered into a yawn from
boredom at the interview. “No, just seasonal stuff.. How um-“ Skip
rolled his neck, sighing into a crack in his vertebrae. “How much longer
are these questions? I wasn’t really expecting to be answering so much-
I thought it was just a get in get out..”

Carlos offered him a slight smile. “It’s just for formality’s sake. The needle is the ‘get in, get out’ part, heh.”

Carlos moved a few things around on the ipad before turning it to Skip. “Here. This is a consent form. Read it and go ahead and sign it. Don’t worry about the date – time isn’t real anyway.”

“No, I guess not huh,” Mumbled the acrobat as he grabbed up the clipboard and pen, slouching over to hurriedly scribble down his intitals with eyes set firmly on his handwriting. As soon as he finished, he popped up and handed the two things back, “Now what?”

“Well, we’ll start with the easy one,” Carlos said. “A blood sample. Have you eaten at all yet today, by the way?”

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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 hummed, shaking his head as he answered into a yawn from
boredom at the interview. “No, just seasonal stuff.. How um-“ Skip
rolled his neck, sighing into a crack in his vertebrae. “How much longer
are these questions? I wasn’t really expecting to be answering so much-
I thought it was just a get in get out..”

Carlos offered him a slight smile. “It’s just for formality’s sake. The needle is the ‘get in, get out’ part, heh.”

Carlos moved a few things around on the ipad before turning it to Skip. “Here. This is a consent form. Read it and go ahead and sign it. Don’t worry about the date – time isn’t real anyway.”

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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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“No,”
He sighed, “But just because something is voluntary based doesn’t mean
that gives people the right to just- blow it off. You know?” His voice
was stressed and fatherly, “People need to take charge.”

Carlos shrugged slightly. He then looked at Skip. “So was that a ‘no’ on the family medical history…? Or was that ‘no’ on your point…”

His eyes flitted back up to the scientist, the question catching him and his eager to speak mouth off guard. “Uhm- Yeah, I don’t have any family history… Sorry-“ It was embarrassing not being able to distinguish what you meant already, let alone with a scientist. “What even are you a scientist of?”

Carlos typed on his Ipad. He looked at Skip, because that was kind of a weird question. “Well… I’m a scientist of… science, I guess. Though inventing things is sort of my favorite thing to do… I’m not sure I understand your question.”

“I meant like, if you asked me ‘what do you do specifically in the circus’ I could answer by saying that I am a contortionist and an acrobat.” He explained through an easy tone, smiling his way through the words before shifting his eyes from the scientist to the posters on the walls, then back to the man. “I guess it doesn’t matter that much- you’re just a scientist and that’s all that matters..”

Carlos pursed his lips together and raised an eyebrow. “There’s no ‘just’ about it – I am a scientist. And I know what I’m doing. Or if I don’t, I’ll find out. That’s just how science works.”

He looked back at his Ipad. “Let’s see… oh. What vaccines have you had?”

“Vaccines?” He paused at the thought, “All of them? Except chicken pox.. Is that alright?” He Questioned worriedly, “I just never got around to it, if it’s necessary.. I can get it. I guess it never hurts to buckle down on that.” He said curiously, though he didn’t exactly care for needles or the idea of things being injected into him, but he also supposed that if children could do it then so could he.

Carlos hummed. “You should probably get the vaccine just in case,” Carlos said. “It’s possible you’ve already been exposed and don’t remember it since you’re an adult now, but it never hurts to be safe. This advice has nothing to do with the research by the way, I’m just saying as a scientist… you should probably get that done.”

Carlos worked a bit on his Ipad. “Okay… so.. any allergies? This doesn’t directly effect the research, but it could change how we take samples.”

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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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“No,”
He sighed, “But just because something is voluntary based doesn’t mean
that gives people the right to just- blow it off. You know?” His voice
was stressed and fatherly, “People need to take charge.”

Carlos shrugged slightly. He then looked at Skip. “So was that a ‘no’ on the family medical history…? Or was that ‘no’ on your point…”

His eyes flitted back up to the scientist, the question catching him and his eager to speak mouth off guard. “Uhm- Yeah, I don’t have any family history… Sorry-“ It was embarrassing not being able to distinguish what you meant already, let alone with a scientist. “What even are you a scientist of?”

Carlos typed on his Ipad. He looked at Skip, because that was kind of a weird question. “Well… I’m a scientist of… science, I guess. Though inventing things is sort of my favorite thing to do… I’m not sure I understand your question.”

“I meant like, if you asked me ‘what do you do specifically in the circus’ I could answer by saying that I am a contortionist and an acrobat.” He explained through an easy tone, smiling his way through the words before shifting his eyes from the scientist to the posters on the walls, then back to the man. “I guess it doesn’t matter that much- you’re just a scientist and that’s all that matters..”

Carlos pursed his lips together and raised an eyebrow. “There’s no ‘just’ about it – I am a scientist. And I know what I’m doing. Or if I don’t, I’ll find out. That’s just how science works.”

He looked back at his Ipad. “Let’s see… oh. What vaccines have you had?”

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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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“No,”
He sighed, “But just because something is voluntary based doesn’t mean
that gives people the right to just- blow it off. You know?” His voice
was stressed and fatherly, “People need to take charge.”

Carlos shrugged slightly. He then looked at Skip. “So was that a ‘no’ on the family medical history…? Or was that ‘no’ on your point…”