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Carlos’ heart lurched and he felt himself begin to panic
again. Hancock was disappointed, and in his fragile emotional state this was devastating to Carlos. Am I ever going to stop fucking up? Apparently
not because he didn’t even need to say a word to hurt people he cared about!

He hadn’t been speaking because he didn’t want to cry again.
But his eyes and nose burned anyway with oncoming tears as he silently began to
berate himself anew. What is wrong with
me? No, really, what the FUCK is wrong with me?? Why the hell am I even
here – what on Earth made me think it was okay to stay here in the first
place!?

Carlos tried to keep himself together. He swallowed around
the painful lump in this throat and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to
clear out the tears. He sniffed and kept trying to wash Hancock’s back as
steady as he could.

He didn’t deserve Hancock. Carlos had been stuck in a vault
for too long and he clearly wasn’t cut out for relationships – much less one
with a ghoul, if Carlos was just going to be an ass and not be okay with things. He… God. He was just garbage.

Carlos stopped washing Hancock. The hand holding the
washcloth dropped into the water and the other hand left Hancock’s shoulder to
cover Carlos’ face. The tears wouldn’t stop and his throat hurt from the
tightness of him trying to hold back the noise that wanted to come out. He wasn’t
going to do this in a bathtub… please, God, don’t let him do this in a bathtub
with Hancock right there!

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

dedmaxsearchhistory

*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..

We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.

*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..

How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?

now all that’s left to do is tell max!

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

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the-perfect-scientist:

Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.

*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory

*he quickly signed a little ‘Max C’ in the corner with a smile* there!

Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll treasure this, I promise.

*he chuckles, pocketing the crayon* thanks Carlos

Of course, Max. *He folds up the paper and puts it in his pocket for safe-keeping.* Oh – I just remembered something. I have something for you too – but I forgot to bring it. It’s still back in my mobile lab… damn.

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“Well
you could have it….. you’d just have a upset stomach and a farting
episode for a few hours…….. please don’t… put noses suffered greatly
last time.”

Kraglin smacked him (lightly) on the back of his head. “Okay, that’s enough outta you,” he muttered.

Squeaks and laughs and half tackles him into the tall grass rolling around with him play wrestling with him.”

Kraglin squawked and started to play-fight with Peter. He tried to get the kid under him and sit on him.

Laughs and wiggles around grinning laughing as he goes But is no match for Kraglin who’s had years more experience.

Kraglin only barely fought dirty and soon he had Peter under him and he was lying across the human like he was a long couch.

Peter laughs and hugs him squirming. “I would say get your fat ass off me but your bony as hell hehe.” Kisses his cheek and snuggles.

Kraglin just stretched on top of him like a house pet. “An’ yer gettin’ too fat. Yondu’s gotta make you work more – build up that muscle.”

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“Well
you could have it….. you’d just have a upset stomach and a farting
episode for a few hours…….. please don’t… put noses suffered greatly
last time.”

Kraglin smacked him (lightly) on the back of his head. “Okay, that’s enough outta you,” he muttered.

Squeaks and laughs and half tackles him into the tall grass rolling around with him play wrestling with him.”

Kraglin squawked and started to play-fight with Peter. He tried to get the kid under him and sit on him.

Laughs and wiggles around grinning laughing as he goes But is no match for Kraglin who’s had years more experience.

Kraglin only barely fought dirty and soon he had Peter under him and he was lying across the human like he was a long couch.

A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos blushed a bit and he tried not to let his smile grow too big. He turned his attention to Hancock’s hands instead, watching the wrinkled digits take apart the wrapping that Carlos had carefully put together. Then he smiled wider.

“That label is actually a newspaper ad for Red Menace that I found and I decided to use it,” Carlos explained. “I used some rubber cement to adhere it to the holotape. The tape itself actually has more than just one game on it – there’s six of them.”

“Wait, six? How’s that possible? I didn’t know they could even hold that much.” He beamed even bigger as he looked the game over, wishing he’d brought something to play it on right there. He looked up at Carlos again and reached up to grab him by the collar to tug him down into a deep kiss, lingering for a moment before pulling away again. “Thank you, sweetheart, this is perfect.”

Carlos made a noise of surprise as he was pulled in. His hands came up to hold Hancock’s waist and his eyes fluttered shut as they kissed. When they broke apart, Carlos smiled at him, a little dreamily.

“I’m glad you like it,“ he said softly. He swallowed slightly. “Um, admittedly that holotape is a bit beefier than standard ones. It… it took a little bit finding the right parts to put it together. But I already had the games – my brother was a programmer and he beefed up my Pipboy for me. So… um… yeah.”

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“Well
you could have it….. you’d just have a upset stomach and a farting
episode for a few hours…….. please don’t… put noses suffered greatly
last time.”

Kraglin smacked him (lightly) on the back of his head. “Okay, that’s enough outta you,” he muttered.

Squeaks and laughs and half tackles him into the tall grass rolling around with him play wrestling with him.”

Kraglin squawked and started to play-fight with Peter. He tried to get the kid under him and sit on him.