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First three in my inbox get kisses 1/3

Carlos didn’t usually just go around kissing folks. But he was at least safe in the knowledge that Percival wouldn’t just punch him outright. Maybe.

Carlos gently touched the man’s arm to get his attention, and while Percival was turned toward him Carlos got up on his toes a bit and pressed a gentle – just a touch of the lips – kiss to the Director’s mouth.

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“…Well?” he repeated with a blink. “Well what? Are you expecting a grade?” Percival broke into a playful smile.

“Its a kiss Carlos, not a performance.”

Carlos suddenly laughed – still mostly due to his nerves. “I
– I dunno… I guess I expected that sort of thing from you… but hey, I’ve been
wrong before. Just today, in fact.” He flexed his hands, which had somehow come up and closed into Percival’s cloak at his hips. He decided to keep them there for now.

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*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

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“Would you be able to focus enough to apparate without forgetting a limb?” he asked as the other giggled.

Percival slung an arm around Carlos’ shoulders, something no one ever saw of the director unless he was strictly off hours. Leading the other down the road. “We nee to act… as sober as possible, to prevent… being arrested.” He said in a loud whisper, as though the other wouldn’t know about the alcohol ban.

“I’m sober – dunno about you,” Carlos giggled. Then a
random-ass thought came to him that he thought he’d share: “I could jinx your
face and make it all swollen… pretend we got in a fight an’ – an’ that’s why
you’re all woozy.”

Carlos wrapped an arm around Percival’s back and supported
him against his own body – Carlos was maybe a little tipsy, but he wasn’t going
to let Percival fall flat on his face and cause the swelling he mentioned the
old-fashioned way.

Percy is in the inbox -thegravemistergraves

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First three in my inbox get kisses 1/3

Carlos didn’t usually just go around kissing folks. But he was at least safe in the knowledge that Percival wouldn’t just punch him outright. Maybe.

Carlos gently touched the man’s arm to get his attention, and while Percival was turned toward him Carlos got up on his toes a bit and pressed a gentle – just a touch of the lips – kiss to the Director’s mouth.

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Percival finally sighed and just rolled his eyes. He reached forward; hand closing in the other’s shirt and tugged him forward into another kiss.

For a split second Carlos thought that a punch was coming
after all. But when lips touched his he made a little noise and he kissed back,
humming very softly. God, he was such a dork. But it didn’t seem like Percival
minded too much. Carlos tried to relax and let him lead and take what he wanted.

Percival let go of the other’s shirt when the other kissed back. His hands moving to rest on the other’s shoulders gently instead as he took the lead on the kiss.

He kept it gentle, and soft before he pulled back.

Carlos opened his eyes and blinked up at Percival. He smiled
slightly – a little anxiously. “W…well…?”

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*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

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Percival gives a small sigh. “Fine fine Carlos, lots go.” He set his glass on the counter.

Carlos signaled the bartender to close the tab and he gave a
couple extra Dragots as a tip. Once that was done he drank the last bit of his
Giggle-water and slid out of his seat. Snickering, he reached for Percival’s
arm.

“He—hee-hee! C-C’mon,
Mr Graves, let’s—heh-heh-heh! – Let’s
go!”

Percival chuckled when the other giggled, taking his arm. Percival moved to the door.

“Would you like to come to my house?… only so you don’t have to walk home by yourself, or i don’t have to walk home by myself, and you can stay in the guest room since you don’t seem to want to sleep in my room…” he mumbled as they walked.

Carlos looked at Percival. He giggled softly. “Percy, I… I’m
a wizard. I don’t have to walk anywhere.” Though maybe he should apparate all
the same, as there was still Giggle Water in his system.

“Though with you, buddy, we’re walking. And I’ll make sure
you get there, don’t worry.” He smiled at him. He wasn’t going to pursue the
thought of Percival’s bed – especially not when he was like this.

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*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

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Percival gives a small sigh. “Fine fine Carlos, lots go.” He set his glass on the counter.

Carlos signaled the bartender to close the tab and he gave a
couple extra Dragots as a tip. Once that was done he drank the last bit of his
Giggle-water and slid out of his seat. Snickering, he reached for Percival’s
arm.

“He—hee-hee! C-C’mon,
Mr Graves, let’s—heh-heh-heh! – Let’s
go!”

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the-perfect-scientist:

First three in my inbox get kisses 1/3

Carlos didn’t usually just go around kissing folks. But he was at least safe in the knowledge that Percival wouldn’t just punch him outright. Maybe.

Carlos gently touched the man’s arm to get his attention, and while Percival was turned toward him Carlos got up on his toes a bit and pressed a gentle – just a touch of the lips – kiss to the Director’s mouth.

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Percival finally sighed and just rolled his eyes. He reached forward; hand closing in the other’s shirt and tugged him forward into another kiss.

For a split second Carlos thought that a punch was coming
after all. But when lips touched his he made a little noise and he kissed back,
humming very softly. God, he was such a dork. But it didn’t seem like Percival
minded too much. Carlos tried to relax and let him lead and take what he wanted.

Percy is in the inbox -thegravemistergraves

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First three in my inbox get kisses 1/3

Carlos didn’t usually just go around kissing folks. But he was at least safe in the knowledge that Percival wouldn’t just punch him outright. Maybe.

Carlos gently touched the man’s arm to get his attention, and while Percival was turned toward him Carlos got up on his toes a bit and pressed a gentle – just a touch of the lips – kiss to the Director’s mouth.

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“no…
A little weird. But that’s not a bad thing.” Percival says simply. He
gives a little shrug. The other looked down and Percival wasn’t entirely
sure what to say now.

“And certainly not unpleasant.”

Carlos looked up at him. “Oh… oh, yeah?” he asked. “Well… I’d
still like to forget it anyway. If… only to replace it with a better, um…
encounter. I mean, experience! That’s
the word I mean.” He offered Percival a slight smile. “I mean, if… if you wanna
give it a shot, that is…”

“I wouldn’t mind… trying again.” He paused before teasingly saying “Oh, sorry. I wouldn’t mind trying it for the first time.” Percival said with agrin.

Carlos tried to make his smile wider, but he was still
battling nerves. “O-okay?” he said, though it sounded like a question. It was
strange, to him, that Percival wanted to go for it again. “Um, well… okay. If…
If you want…”

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*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

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“Imfine.”;Percival mumbles. “It’s the truuuuth.”

Carlos just giggled again, deciding to put the drink down
for now to reduce the amount of inappropriate laughing. “Percival, listen to
yourself… you’re using vulgar words.”

“I use vulgar words all the time.” Percival slurred. “Especially in my off hours.”

Carlos cleared his throat, to interrupt another giggle, and
sighed. “Well… I still think you’ve had enough. Let’s get you home, Mr Graves.”

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*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

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“Imfine.”;Percival mumbles. “It’s the truuuuth.”

Carlos just giggled again, deciding to put the drink down
for now to reduce the amount of inappropriate laughing. “Percival, listen to
yourself… you’re using vulgar words.”

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Carlos had gone to sleep the night before very tired. He was still very groggy, but as he pushed himself up from the bed he realized something – his bedding was the wrong color. And so were his hands. As he inspected them he realized also that they were the wrong shape. He was the wrong shape. And he discovered that he was missing a leg as well, though the wound had long-since healed from an evidently clean amputation.

He was in a strange house in body not his own. It took a while for Carlos to try and figure out the prosthetic nearby. When it was attached it didn’t feel comfortable at all, so he figured he’d done something wrong. When he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a vanity and soon realized just who he was right then: Percival Graves. Oh boy…

Did that mean Graves was him; as in, did the other man wake up in Carlos’ body? He hoped Graves was awake and they would meet to sort this out soon.

And help with the prosthetic leg.

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“More than likely.” The director nods. “So … what exactly was he planning? If he swtiched us, what’s the point? Especially since he seemed to dislike you so much.” He couldn’t think of a reason other than just to create chaos.

Carlos frowned slightly as he thought. “Give you a hard
time?” he wondered. “I doubt he even knew who I was. Come to think of it… we were surrounded by No-majes.”