the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos glanced at Hancock. Was the flirting serious? Well, Carlos wasn’t exactly discouraging him with the ‘ring’ joke (alluding to a proposition of marriage – he was being completely silly regarding that).

“You should see my dad – he’s the real cute one of the family,” Carlos told him with a grin.

It was mostly serious, Hancock was one to speak his mind when it came to how attractive he found his friends, but the redhead hardly expected anything to come of it.

“He a real silver fox then? And ya said he could cook, right? I s’pose that makes him the whole package, huh?”

Carlos nodded to Hancock, smiling. “Oh yeah – he’s absolutely great at cooking,” he told Hancock. “He worked as a chef in his day. But he’s also a dad, so beware of Dad Jokes. Heheh!”

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos smiled. “Absolutely,” he said. “You are welcome to ‘ring’ me whenever, Hancock. On the phone, that is.. heheh.” Okay, that was a terrible joke. Hancock probably didn’t even get it.

He didn’t quite get it, but the redhead let out a chuckle nonetheless, not wanting to be rude. “I’ll keep that in mind, handsome. It’d be nice to have my own personal tour guide if I ever get over there, ‘specially one so good looking.”

Carlos glanced at Hancock. Was the flirting serious? Well, Carlos wasn’t exactly discouraging him with the ‘ring’ joke (alluding to a proposition of marriage – he was being completely silly regarding that).

“You should see my dad – he’s the real cute one of the family,” Carlos told him with a grin.

🐺

Send “🐺” to find out my muse is a werewolf!

A lot has changed in the way of how people viewed werewolves. When Carlos was young, there was still a massive stigma against them. Things had gotten better, but Carlos still hesitated to tell anyone about his… affliction.

But Carlos couldn’t keep hiding in his room at night forever without a word about it to his friend. Especially when Carlos absolutely botched his third attempt at brewing the Wolfsbane potion… he only had a couple days left before he had to start taking it if he wanted to keep his mind intact.

This was going to be a very awkward conversation to have and Carlos hated bringing it up. But he had no place safe to go to for the time being, and he needed the help.

“Uh, Hancock… do you mind if I talk to you about something?”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos chuckled. “If we ever get the opportunity, I promise I’ll show you how to eat it. Like I said, there’s a trick to it. You have to grab them behind their head and keep that grip.“

“Well, I’ve got your phone number, if I ever make it over to the states, I’ll have to give ya a ring so we can get together and you can show me all the great American magic shit ya got over there.”

Carlos smiled. “Absolutely,” he said. “You are welcome to ‘ring’ me whenever, Hancock. On the phone, that is.. heheh.” Okay, that was a terrible joke. Hancock probably didn’t even get it.

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos just smiled wider, a bit amused. “It’s not too spicy, I promise,” he said. “But I understand that it’s not to everybody’s taste. I really like them. And yeah… the treat is charmed to be animated. Kind of like your guys’ chocolate frogs. This candy’s just a bit sharper… in a couple of ways. And yeah, it’s based on a magical creature. It um…” Carlos thought for a second, trying to figure out how to describe it. “It’s… like a big snake. But with lots of feathers and shimmery scales.”

“A feathery snake?” He considered that for a few moments, he supposed it wasn’t too farfetched considering some of the magical creatures he’d seen himself, why couldn’t a snake have feathers? “Not sure how much I’d like candy that bites, but I’d be interested to try it, anyway.”

Carlos chuckled. “If we ever get the opportunity, I promise I’ll show you how to eat it. Like I said, there’s a trick to it. You have to grab them behind their head and keep that grip.“

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos looked at Hancock and smiled. “Oh yeah – it’s a lot spicier and there’s plenty of cheese in it. But the candy – it’s not just sugar candy, but there’s chili-powder stuff too that’s not exactly sweet but not exactly bitter either. Just kind of… tangy. Ooh! And the wizard side of Hispanic culture has some great food – Flying Quetzalcoatl chili and mango treats are one of my favorites. There’s a trick to eating it without getting bit too much.”

“Chili powder candy? That…… sounds like too much for me.” He laughed, perfectly comfortable admitting he couldn’t handle much in the way of spice. “What’s the chili like? What do ya mean it bites you? Is it shaped like a–– actually, what’s a Quetzacoatl? Is that some new world magical creature I’ve just never heard of?”

Carlos just smiled wider, a bit amused. “It’s not too spicy, I promise,” he said. “But I understand that it’s not to everybody’s taste. I really like them. And yeah… the treat is charmed to be animated. Kind of like your guys’ chocolate frogs. This candy’s just a bit sharper… in a couple of ways. And yeah, it’s based on a magical creature. It um…” Carlos thought for a second, trying to figure out how to describe it. “It’s… like a big snake. But with lots of feathers and shimmery scales.”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

“Oh yeah, there’s loads of Spanish-speakers in the U.S.,”
Carlos said. “I just mean right at the place where my dad lives – it’s a small
town and they’re predominantly English-speaking. But there’s Spanish-speaking
communities all over – even as far up as New York. I absolutely love going into a Latin-American Paneria whenever I can – You not only get good food and candy, but cheap too.”

“Ah alright.” He nodded, letting out a soft hum in understanding. “Maybe if I come visit someday you can take me to one, I’d like to see what it’s like, somethin’ tells me Latin-American food is a lot different from Spanish food, I’d like to try it.”

Carlos looked at Hancock and smiled. “Oh yeah – it’s a lot spicier and there’s plenty of cheese in it. But the candy – it’s not just sugar candy, but there’s chili-powder stuff too that’s not exactly sweet but not exactly bitter either. Just kind of… tangy. Ooh! And the wizard side of Hispanic culture has some great food – Flying Quetzalcoatl chili and mango treats are one of my favorites. There’s a trick to eating it without getting bit too much.”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hummed. “Damn the imperials trying to kill other languages,” he joked with a soft laugh. “Never give up – never surrender.” He chuckled and looked back out to the ocean. “I learned Spanish at home, even though we lived so far north from Mexico. I honestly can’t imagine going to a place where all the signs are in Spanish with English as a subtitle. And just about nobody speaks Spanish where my dad lives right now… though of course it has its usefulness.”

“I was under the impression there were a lot of Spanish speakers in the states, you don’t use it that often?” He looked a little surprised by that, the image he had of what America was really like seemed to be very different from what it actually was. “There are some places that are pretty Spanish-speaking though, yeah? Down by the Mexican border at least?”

“Oh yeah, there’s loads of Spanish-speakers in the U.S.,”
Carlos said. “I just mean right at the place where my dad lives – it’s a small
town and they’re predominantly English-speaking. But there’s Spanish-speaking
communities all over – even as far up as New York. I absolutely love going into a Latin-American Paneria whenever I can – You not only get good food and candy, but cheap too.”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

“The Dingle Peninsula?” Carlos asked curiously. That was
kind of a strange name, he thought. “That sounds great. And… I didn’t know you
spoke Irish.” As Carlos said that though he realized how stupid that probably
sounded. Of course Hancock could know
Irish – Carlos still knew Spanish and he lived nowhere near a Hispanic country
himself.

“I know it sounds silly, I’ve heard all the jokes.” He snorted. His smile widened as Carlos went on and he offered a shrug. “It became mandatory to learn in schools around the country sometime after we won our independence, I might’a been sent to Hogwarts when I was only eleven, but I was in a regular school learnin’ with all the other Irish kids until then. It’s not a widely spoken language, almost died out actually, but we’re workin’ hard on tryin’ to revive it. Technically, it’s the national and first official language of Ireland, English bein’ the second, but you’ll find a hell of a lot more folks defaulting to English than Irish, it’s just not used much apart from a few counties and on all our fuckin’ signs, heh.”

Carlos hummed. “Damn the imperials trying to kill other languages,” he joked with a soft laugh. “Never give up – never surrender.” He chuckled and looked back out to the ocean. “I learned Spanish at home, even though we lived so far north from Mexico. I honestly can’t imagine going to a place where all the signs are in Spanish with English as a subtitle. And just about nobody speaks Spanish where my dad lives right now… though of course it has its usefulness.”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

“I think you need to register your wand,” Carlos said. “So that in case you do something you are documented and can be tracked. And, yeah, I guess it’s pretty strict. But if you’re not planning on causing any trouble, then I think you’re okay. I don’t know… I haven’t traveled to America while living in a foreign country, so I haven’t experienced it.”

“Of course, heh, I guess I shouldn’t expect you to really know when you don’t exactly have to worry about that kind of thing. It does sound pretty similar to traveling around here though.” He shrugged, then smiled and let out a happy little noise as their destination finally came into view. “Ah, almost there! Ya can’t see the Causeway from here, but you got a nice view’a the coast at least while we drive down to the visitor’s center.”

Carlos looked out the window and smiled. “Oh, that’s amazing,” he said. The sight of the coast looked so refreshing. The blue water looked so vibrant and clean, and there was white foam where it touched the boulders and coast. The ocean stretched out far across flat horizon and Carlos thought he could see an occasional member of marine life breach the surface as little dots of white appeared on the water. “It looks incredible, Hancock. Somehow the water is just… it just looks different from Oregon.”