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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.

dedmax is looking to fight people!

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Who are you guys to tattle on a little boy? Seriously?

Also, Max? There’s some rules you need to know buddy before going for a fight… @dedmaxsearchhistory

gods damnit anons, keep something to yourselves! and i’m pretty sure i know at least most of the rules..

Nah, but lemme give you the run-down so I feel some semblance of being a responsible role-model, okay?

you’re already a responsible role model but sure, go ahead..

Okay, okay. Cool. So, rule number one – never start the fight. No matter how obnoxious the other person is, never throw the first punch.

wait what? why not? *frowns*

Because it puts you in the wrong. The fight becomes your fault. And, if you were an adult, you are more likely to get arrested and convicted of battery and assault. You can finish a fight, but you shouldn’t start it – it must be self-defense.

that’s bullshyt, people should be allowed to fight if they want to! *he angrily crosses his arms*

Do you want to get in trouble, Max?

dedmax is looking to fight people!

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dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

Who are you guys to tattle on a little boy? Seriously?

Also, Max? There’s some rules you need to know buddy before going for a fight… @dedmaxsearchhistory

gods damnit anons, keep something to yourselves! and i’m pretty sure i know at least most of the rules..

Nah, but lemme give you the run-down so I feel some semblance of being a responsible role-model, okay?

you’re already a responsible role model but sure, go ahead..

Okay, okay. Cool. So, rule number one – never start the fight. No matter how obnoxious the other person is, never throw the first punch.

wait what? why not? *frowns*

Because it puts you in the wrong. The fight becomes your fault. And, if you were an adult, you are more likely to get arrested and convicted of battery and assault. You can finish a fight, but you shouldn’t start it – it must be self-defense.

“Flug? Are you doing any better? You weren’t looking good the other day…”

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“Oh! Much, thank you!”

“Oh good… that is very good to hear. You, uh… you scared me, bud. Are there any lingering, um… issues? Your arm didn’t look great and… I mean, are you still healing?”

“…We’re all healing from something, aren’t we?”

“… I meant physically, Dr Flug. Is… is anything broken? Or do you have stitches or… what? Should you be resting?”

“I should be begging for my life and forgiveness.”

“Uh… Why? And that doesn’t answer my question, Doctor…”

“Flug? Are you doing any better? You weren’t looking good the other day…”

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“Oh! Much, thank you!”

“Oh good… that is very good to hear. You, uh… you scared me, bud. Are there any lingering, um… issues? Your arm didn’t look great and… I mean, are you still healing?”

“…We’re all healing from something, aren’t we?”

“… I meant physically, Dr Flug. Is… is anything broken? Or do you have stitches or… what? Should you be resting?”

dedmax is looking to fight people!

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

Who are you guys to tattle on a little boy? Seriously?

Also, Max? There’s some rules you need to know buddy before going for a fight… @dedmaxsearchhistory

gods damnit anons, keep something to yourselves! and i’m pretty sure i know at least most of the rules..

Nah, but lemme give you the run-down so I feel some semblance of being a responsible role-model, okay?

you’re already a responsible role model but sure, go ahead..

Okay, okay. Cool. So, rule number one – never start the fight. No matter how obnoxious the other person is, never throw the first punch.

Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

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Carlos chuckled, keeping his eyes on his project. “I dunno
if I’d take you up on that,” he said. “Just… I dunno. Maybe later. I’m really
not too curious about it.” Except he kinda was, but he wasn’t going to admit
that to another person. Nor did he really wanna be caught, dead or alive, with
Mayor Hancock’s erotica in his possession. That’d… that’d just be embarrassing.

Suddenly though, something came to him. “A simile! That’s what it is! When
comparing something with something like it in writing, it’s called a simile!
Damn, I feel dumb not remembering that; I apologize.”

“Really? Ya don’t ever wonder what it’s like when a good author attempts to write a smutty scene? I’m sure it ain’t as entertaining as when it’s done real shitty, but it’s a lot sexier, anyway.” Honestly, most wastelanders wouldn’t think twice about finding someone with dirty literature, shame wasn’t such an issue when people were just doing what they could to stay alive every day. Or maybe it was just Hancock that had no shame about such things, he couldn’t be sure.

Carlos’ sudden outburst nearly made him jump, a surprised look coming across the ghoul’s face as he looked up at him and blinked. “I uh…. you’re forgiven? I wasn’t really judgin’ ya for not remembering, I sure as hell didn’t remember it, anyway.”

Carlos just smiled at him. “Maybe another time,” he repeated. He then looked sheepish as he continued working. “Sorry, I just… It was gonna bug me for a while, not remembering the word. I’m just glad I remembered it now, and not in the middle of the night when I’m trying to sleep or something.”

Carlos removed another component from the terminal – the holotape drive. He looked it over, considering. “How often do you use holotapes?” he asked.

“What’s going… Holy — FLUG! Flug, are you alright??”

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“C,ca…carlos….?”

“Jesus – what the hell… Flug, I’m going to help you. I’m going to help you, Flug, don’t – don’t move, okay? Hold- hold on!”

“I’m…okay,” he panted. “I…I…will be…”

“Just hang on, bud, I – I’m going to look around for some stuff.” Carlos went to search through the lab, looking for anything that could be of some help to him: Clean towels, chemicals used in first-aid, tape… He got what he could carry and brought it back to Flug’s side. He took one of the towels and looked over Flug’s body. “Where… where are you bleeding from?” There was just so much blood…

“What’s going… Holy — FLUG! Flug, are you alright??”

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“C,ca…carlos….?”

“Jesus – what the hell… Flug, I’m going to help you. I’m going to help you, Flug, don’t – don’t move, okay? Hold- hold on!”

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Carlos turned his head kiss Hancock’s cheek. “I don’t need
to tell you that I feel the same… but I do,” he murmured.

He smiled at the noise that Hancock was making – did he know
he sounded like that? He sounded so… content. Happy. It did things to Carlos’
stomach, just hearing that noise.

“Things are pretty amazing when I’m with you, you know. You
help me forget too…” Carlos didn’t elaborate on that though – Hancock was smart
and could probably surmise what Carlos meant anyway. Whatever he thought of, it’d
probably be correct.

“I dunno how I scored the sweetest man in the entire fuckin’ world, but I’m damn grateful for it every day I get to spend with you.” He pulled back slightly, just enough to press another sweet kiss to his lips, lingering this time, his hands brushing through the other’s hair then cupping his face and stroking his thumbs along his cheekbones before breaking the kiss, chest tightening and heat coming to his cheeks as he breathed the next words. “I love you.”

Carlos felt a little dazed from the kiss, but quickly the daze wore off and he stared at Hancock, wide-eyed. For a split second he thought he’d misheard the other man, but quickly he reasoned that there was no way he could have; simply nothing else would have fit.

“Han, I… really?” he asked softly.

The ‘L’ word had occurred to Carlos before, sure, but he didn’t know if what they had was… that. He also wasn’t sure if Hancock was someone who would have even appreciated the use of the word. He just… he never thought he’d hear it.