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“Because ‘Pizza’ sometimes consists of a ball of melty cheese and pepperoni or a bowl of warm marinara and cheese,” Carlos said with a shrug. “I prefer the bowl honestly – less messy.”

Sylvain shuddered. He had no doubt that the scientist was completely right, it was just the thought of the texture of such a meal made him want to throw up. Thank goodness he was only staying for a month.

“Well, thank you for telling me.” he said, jotting ‘weekly mandated pizza’ in his notebook as they entered the restaurant. “One less thing I’m likely to be arrested for. How ‘bout I grab some seats while you clean your cuts?”

Carlos looked down at the notebook and frowned slightly. “Huh? Oh, yeah, grab some seats,” he said. “And, uh… put that ‘definitely-not-a-pen’ away so nobody can see it…” He leaned in and dropped his voice lower. “I’ll explain in a bit. I’ll be right back.” Carlos hurried off to the wash room to get his scrape cleaned off. He hoped the guy followed his advice.

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Carlos snorted softly. “No I wouldn’t call myself a celebrity… and I’m not injured, it was just a scratch. Hey… have you had your mandated weekly pizza yet?”

“Carlos the Scientist, how is pizza mandated if wheat is banned?” he said, weakly.

His notebook was full of the many Night Vale laws he’d jotted down. He didn’t know if his brain could load any more.

“Because ‘Pizza’ sometimes consists of a ball of melty cheese and pepperoni or a bowl of warm marinara and cheese,” Carlos said with a shrug. “I prefer the bowl honestly – less messy.”

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Carlos looked at him. “Huh? Oh, you mean on the radio? Yeah, I…” Carlos looked down, scratching the back of his neck with a soft chuckle. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s me,” he confirmed.

“Oh. Cool.” he said, nodding, with a dry humor, “Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. I’ve injured a local celebrity. Great.”

Carlos snorted softly. “No I wouldn’t call myself a celebrity… and I’m not injured, it was just a scratch. Hey… have you had your mandated weekly pizza yet?”

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Carlos blinked at him. “Oh, I’m Carlos,” he said, offering his hand. “Carlos the Scientist. And really, it’s not a big deal. But if you’d like, you can have a soda with me – I’m pretty down for some company!” He grinned at the other man. Really, there were no hard feelings whatsoever, and Carlos wanted to convey that somehow.

“I- kay. Yes.” he said, covering the awkwardness oh-so-smoothly by pointing at him. “Yes, I would like that. So, are you the Carlos? From the show?”

He started heading towards the pizza place.

Carlos looked at him. “Huh? Oh, you mean on the radio? Yeah, I…” Carlos looked down, scratching the back of his neck with a soft chuckle. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s me,” he confirmed.

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Carlos smiled and shrugged. “It’s okay, I was just trying to stay out
of your way…” He glanced at his elbow again. “I’m going to go get
this cleaned up…”

He nodded. This man probably wouldn’t want the company of a stranger, especially in this town.

“Well, I owe you one.” he said. “Let me know if you ever want me to grab you a soda, or something, to say sorry. Oh, I’m Sylvain.”

Carlos blinked at him. “Oh, I’m Carlos,” he said, offering his hand. “Carlos the Scientist. And really, it’s not a big deal. But if you’d like, you can have a soda with me – I’m pretty down for some company!” He grinned at the other man. Really, there were no hard feelings whatsoever, and Carlos wanted to convey that somehow.

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Carlos looked. “Oh, yeah! That’d be great,” he said. He smiled at the other man. “I could also ask if they have a band-aid as well.” Carlos bent down to pick up his messenger bag, which slipped off his shoulder when he tripped.

“Yeah.” he said, and shook his head. “Sorry about that. I shouldn’t have been taking up that much space. I thought someone was following me, and I wanted to make sure they weren’t before heading home.”

Carlos smiled and shrugged. “It’s okay, I was just trying to stay out
of your way…” He glanced at his elbow again. “I’m going to go get
this cleaned up…”

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“Ooch… ugh, am I?” Carlos asked. He really hadn’t to trip himself up on a curb like that, but eh… it happens. He checked his hands and then knees where he had felt some impact from the ground. His knees were scuffed up and his hands had some very minor abrasions.

“I think I’m okay,” he said, just as he investigated a slight stinging in his elbow. “Oh wait…” A small red blotch was starting to grow just under the white fabric of his coat.

“Ah, fffuck.” said Sylvain, his hand straying towards the spreading blotch, before drawing back. “Ah, you should put pressure on that. Do you need me to call someone?”

“It shouldn’t be bad,” Carlos said, still looking at his arm. He tugged on his sleeve and slid his arm out, exposing the blue sleeve of his tshirt, and he turned his arm to look at the injury. He made a small ‘tsk’ noise. “The friction from my coat must’ve caused an abrasion. Ouch… I ought to wash that out as soon as I can.”