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Carlos shrugged slightly. “Well… it definitely
wasn’t at first,” he admitted. “My… mom isn’t a great person.” He wasn’t sure
if he wanted to go on about her – He really didn’t want to just drop something
heavy like Julietta Gonzales on Hancock.

Well shit, that wasn’t what he’d been trying to get at. “I uh….. I’m sorry, mate. I was more wonderin’ about tryin’ to learn without folks around who knew what was going on with ya, but if you wanna talk, feel free, man. I’m all ears.”

Carlos was quiet for a moment, debating whether
to go into depth about her. He decided not – they were on a road trip. If it
was going to happen, there was always another time.

“Well… suffice to say, she’s been obliviated
since, and things got better after that,” Carlos told him. “I went to regular
elementary school for a little bit, though my dad told me to be careful with my
powers. Still, I did accidentally enlarge my friend’s rock collection once –
officials fixed it though and I was able to keep my friends.”

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Carlos smiled at him. “It’s okay – we talked a
lot last night. Yeah, no, my family’s non-magical. I’m NoMaj-born. I’m pretty
sure I did tell you that.”

“You probably did and I just forgot, my memory’s shit most’a the time.” He chuckled softly. “No-Maj always sounds so strange to me, I know it makes sense, just…. unfamiliar, heh. I guess muggle probably sounds just as weird to you, hmm? What was it like growin’ up like that? I imagine it wasn’t easy, yeah?”

Carlos shrugged slightly. “Well… it definitely
wasn’t at first,” he admitted. “My… mom isn’t a great person.” He wasn’t sure
if he wanted to go on about her – He really didn’t want to just drop something
heavy like Julietta Gonzales on Hancock.

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Carlos just shrugged. “I might have told you –
I dunno. But yeah, my brother Mikey’s paraplegic. He’s a software engineer
though and is able to work at home, which is the most wheelchair-accessible
place he can be.”

“I didn’t know….” He replied softly, a frown on his face. “So….. is he uh…. not magical? Have we talked about that too? I feel like I probably forgot some shit from the other night when ya came over, my memory’s kinda…. bad, heh.”

Carlos smiled at him. “It’s okay – we talked a
lot last night. Yeah, no, my family’s non-magical. I’m NoMaj-born. I’m pretty
sure I did tell you that.”

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Send me ‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread.

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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“I
ran into a man today, just bumped into him… didn’t really get a good
look at his face. I don’t really… I didn’t really think about it. I bump
into a lot of people at work.” Busy hallways and all that.

“mm. People are not pleasant.”

Carlos shook his head. “Yeah, sometimes not,”
he agreed. Gosh… now that he was thinking about it, he remembered how
frustrating he found the whole thing. “That man practically made me pick up all
of his books – he barely even helped. He kept fussing with his cloak and the
furry Russian-style hat on his head.”

Carlos sighed. “Sorry… I’m still rather peeved
about it.”

“Russian-style hat, hmm?” he asked raising an eyebrow. “Curious… what did the man look like beyond that? The man i ran into had a fuzzy hat…. how many men can there be wearing russian style hats yesterday?”

“Not many,” Carlos responded. He looked at
Percival curiously. “Think he was the same person?”

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“I’m a bit stressed and often worry too much.” He said simply with a shrug and a grin.

The words hit Carlos and he felt a little bad.
Yeah, of course Mr Graves was
stressed. He may have possibly been attacked by some charm or other by someone
and he wasn’t really physically himself. Or rather… his current self.

Carlos offered the other man a slight smile. “Ah…
I suppose I can understand that.”

“It comes with the job. I’ve been told i need to relax.” He said with a small shrug. “My wards have wards.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “Stacking wards can
be tough… that takes dedication,” he said. But of course, he knew he was
focusing on the wrong thing. “It certainly has its advantages, being cautious.”

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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 stared at him for a moment before slapping a hand to his face. “… I thought i was being very obvious and you just didn’t like me back.” Percival said after a moment, sounding relieved that the other only apparently didn’t understand that yes percival liked him.

“I… no, it… it wasn’t obvious to me,” Carlos
said meekly. “But… maybe that’s because I was wondering if you now thought I was
weird and… you know. Unpleasant.” He folded his arms and looked down nervously.

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“I’m a bit stressed and often worry too much.” He said simply with a shrug and a grin.

The words hit Carlos and he felt a little bad.
Yeah, of course Mr Graves was
stressed. He may have possibly been attacked by some charm or other by someone
and he wasn’t really physically himself. Or rather… his current self.

Carlos offered the other man a slight smile. “Ah…
I suppose I can understand that.”

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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 deflated slightly. “If you want to.” He said quietly. “Although I don’t think i’ll be forgetting it anytime soon, sorry to say.” He had a hint of teasing in his smile.

“And, you really. Have no need to apologize.”

Carlos forced a smile. “What, you planning on
teasing me about it later?” he asked, giving a small laugh.

Great – this was how he was going to die.

“No. I was going to think about it later, and imagine what happens if you were to kiss me again.” Percival said flatly.

Carlos’ smile dropped and he looked at
Percival, just… staring. “Do…” Carlos cleared his throat, as his voice came out
a little hoarse. “Do you… do you actually like
me… or something?” he asked.

God, that was a terrible way to word it. It
sounded pretentious. Carlos should have said it better. “I- I mean…”

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Carlos nodded. “Oh yeah, I can sort of
understand. My brother takes it in stride too, but he hates reaching for things
walking people can reach easily.” He smiled a little wider toward Hancock,
relieved the joke wasn’t too much.

“Walking people?” His brows furrowed and he glanced over again, slightly confused. “Is your brother in a wheelchair or somethin’? Wait, did you already tell me that and I forgot like an asshole?”

Carlos just shrugged. “I might have told you –
I dunno. But yeah, my brother Mikey’s paraplegic. He’s a software engineer
though and is able to work at home, which is the most wheelchair-accessible
place he can be.”

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Carlos laughed. “Of course,” he said. He took
a breath. Well, the joke couldn’t harm much, he supposed. “I was just thinking…
about how the country is so small and compact, and how you definitely match
your surroundings, being small yourself.” He looked at Hancock and gave him a smile – halfway apologetic.

He glanced over, raising an eyebrow, then a smirk slowly spread across his face and he let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Well, ya ain’t wrong, mate. I know I’m pretty damn tiny, used to get shit for it when I was a kid, at least until folks realized I didn’t give a shit about it. I don’t actually mind bein’ so small, it’s just frustrating when I need somethin’ off the top shelf.”

Carlos nodded. “Oh yeah, I can sort of
understand. My brother takes it in stride too, but he hates reaching for things
walking people can reach easily.” He smiled a little wider toward Hancock,
relieved the joke wasn’t too much.