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Carlos hurriedly scrubbed at his hands, which stung a little bit, and then dabbed at the spot on his elbow with a wet paper towel. When he deemed it clean enough he came out, still holding a folded up towel to the wound before going to the front counter for a band aid. Once he got one he located Sylvain and came back smiling.

“Got it!” he said triumphantly as he sat down across from him. He was glad the SSP hadn’t decided to pick him up. “Hey, mind helping me with this? I only have one hand to use.” He offered the band-aid to the other man.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” he said.

He took the white paper off of the adhesive areas, and reached forward, carefully applying it.

“So,” he said, as he smoothed over the adhesive ‘legs’. “you’re one of the few people I know who moved here instead of being born Night Valian. Is it alright if I pick your brain?”

“Being in Night Vale has given me foresight to clarify if you mean literally,” Carlos said with a slight smile.

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Why don’t you ask the platypus? *max points behind carlos*

*confused, Carlos looks. He jumps, startled* Oh – oh my goodness, it’s in a tree! What the… oh my gosh, that is a platypus.

Yeah. We call her ‘Muack’. It’s the sound she makes. She ate one of her babies.

Uh… well, animals do that. Wait, how did she have eggs? Is there a male running around?

Dunno. We just found her with eggs. All her other ones died and she ate the last one that me and Nikki took care of. She’s terrible but we still love her.

Huh… well, just don’t let her have another clutch of eggs, I guess. *looks at the platypus* Um, hey, sweetie… wanna come down here? It’s dangerous to be up in a tree…

She knows what she’s doing.

*the platypus hisses at carlos, nearly falling off the branch*

Oh! Be careful, honey… She doesn’t seem like she’s been handled a lot. Is she feral?

She’s violent. She bit Neil once and threatens to kick.

She does? Huh, that’s weird – females don’t have spurs.

Maybe she’s both.

Or she’s just doing some male things on instinct, like dogs do. I’m a scientist, not an animal biologist, so I don’t know.

Maybe she just is.

What, a hermaphrodite?

Maybe. Or maybe she just i s.

… I don’t think I follow, Max… she is what?

All.

I really don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, Max…

She just is, Carlos.

*the platypus is no longer in the tree*

You’re still being vague. But… okay, I guess. Help me get her out of the… *looks at the tree* Wait, where’d she go?

Probably somewhere. Or everywhere.

Heh… Welcome to Night Vale. You’re awfully cryptic, Max. Do you think she’s alright?

She’s probably eating lizards or something, I dunno. Not my day to watch her. Welcome to where?

Night Vale. It’s a town I used to live in. *Carlos went to get the pot* Let’s head inside and try the control experiment, I guess.

Alright. Let’s go do that.

*Carlos walks around to go inside the mess hall with the pot, expecting Max to follow*

*Max followed Carlos, half walking backwards to make sure the platypus wasn’t salking*

*Opens the door and holds it open for Max.* Hey, you looking for something?

Nah. Just makin’ sure.

Making sure of what?

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Yondu
blinks in mid crunch then swallows. “No idea what a snake is but…..
your dads a pshyco. Eating hearts……..then again… hey if it works for the
libido then who am I to judge.” Smiles at him wanting so badly to kiss
him.

Carlos laughed. “It’s more of a superstition that it helps your sex life,” Carlos said. “A lot of cultures are still heavily-set in superstition.” Carlos saw the look in Yondu’s eyes and he looked away. No, they couldn’t do this. They really shouldn’t. “Um… A snake, by the way, is a long reptile without legs. It, uh… it kinda looks like a tail with a head.”

Yondu sees him turn away and nods. “Uhhh Yeah….. that sounds… ummm… interesting…..” Fidel’s with the bag looking at the words on the back to distract himself. “H….how were the boys?….”

Carlos frowned and looked back at Yondu. “Peter had a panic attack,” he said. “We had to get him out of the store for a while and get some ice cream to calm him down. And… And Kraglin at one point was blushing. But, uh… Humans don’t blush blue, so we had to try to hide that too. Both times caused a bit of a scene… But we’re really hopeful that we weren’t particularly noticed as off-worlders.”

Yondu nods frowning at peter having a panic attack but he seemed fine when they got back so he let it slide. “Krags Blushing Huh? He’s interested in yet brother likes peoplecthat have some… mechanical bits ya know…. dunno why.” Shrugs and munches on another Cheeto and sighs. “This sucks………”

“It wasn’t Mikey,” Carlos said. “It… well, we found out Kraglin is lactose intolerant. And ice cream here is made of lactose, and he got a little sick. Peter kept teasing him about it.” Carlos looked down and scratched the back of his head. “Yondu… I think we might be on a bit of a time crunch now.”

Looks at him and nods. “Well… be gone tonight…… I know….may be a few months…before I can return……..if I can…..”

Carlos nodded. “Right… because of work… and you said that you needed to hibernate again soon.”

“……..yeah that…… but uhhh also…. your dad and i….. we…. had a conversation……… i….. I’m never going to stop….loving you…. I just won’t….. and my being a alien……. it’s not gonna happen. You have family and a life here on terra….earth……. and…..well… you can’t come with me….. so….. it’s best I…don’t come back…… you can still talk with the boys peter I think needs that….. but for us… you…. It’s.. best it ends…… well only… end up… wishing for something that was impossible….”

Carlos frowned at him. “Y-Yondu… I understand if you need space to sort out how to feel about… leaving me here,” he said softly. “Sure – definitely take a few months off from… this – from me – and… and let our hearts just kinda… recover. I don’t wanna lose you as a friend. Please… don’t call this friendship off completely right away?”

Yondu looks at him and nods. It was a lie but he didn’t want carlos to stay upset. “Yeah… sure.” Looks up as he heard Tullk call for them. “Lunch is ready….. once night comes…. we’ll be gone.” Looks at him before heading back to the main room.

Carlos smiled sadtly and nodded. “Um… before you go… I kinda wanted to take you out to get ice cream. I mean, you’ll have to stay in the car and wear my hoodie and keep out of the light, but…going through a drive-through and getting an order shouldn’t be a problem… right? We’ll just leave Kraglin behind this time so we don’t make him sick again.”

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Yondu
blinks in mid crunch then swallows. “No idea what a snake is but…..
your dads a pshyco. Eating hearts……..then again… hey if it works for the
libido then who am I to judge.” Smiles at him wanting so badly to kiss
him.

Carlos laughed. “It’s more of a superstition that it helps your sex life,” Carlos said. “A lot of cultures are still heavily-set in superstition.” Carlos saw the look in Yondu’s eyes and he looked away. No, they couldn’t do this. They really shouldn’t. “Um… A snake, by the way, is a long reptile without legs. It, uh… it kinda looks like a tail with a head.”

Yondu sees him turn away and nods. “Uhhh Yeah….. that sounds… ummm… interesting…..” Fidel’s with the bag looking at the words on the back to distract himself. “H….how were the boys?….”

Carlos frowned and looked back at Yondu. “Peter had a panic attack,” he said. “We had to get him out of the store for a while and get some ice cream to calm him down. And… And Kraglin at one point was blushing. But, uh… Humans don’t blush blue, so we had to try to hide that too. Both times caused a bit of a scene… But we’re really hopeful that we weren’t particularly noticed as off-worlders.”

Yondu nods frowning at peter having a panic attack but he seemed fine when they got back so he let it slide. “Krags Blushing Huh? He’s interested in yet brother likes peoplecthat have some… mechanical bits ya know…. dunno why.” Shrugs and munches on another Cheeto and sighs. “This sucks………”

“It wasn’t Mikey,” Carlos said. “It… well, we found out Kraglin is lactose intolerant. And ice cream here is made of lactose, and he got a little sick. Peter kept teasing him about it.” Carlos looked down and scratched the back of his head. “Yondu… I think we might be on a bit of a time crunch now.”

Looks at him and nods. “Well… be gone tonight…… I know….may be a few months…before I can return……..if I can…..”

Carlos nodded. “Right… because of work… and you said that you needed to hibernate again soon.”

“……..yeah that…… but uhhh also…. your dad and i….. we…. had a conversation……… i….. I’m never going to stop….loving you…. I just won’t….. and my being a alien……. it’s not gonna happen. You have family and a life here on terra….earth……. and…..well… you can’t come with me….. so….. it’s best I…don’t come back…… you can still talk with the boys peter I think needs that….. but for us… you…. It’s.. best it ends…… well only… end up… wishing for something that was impossible….”

Carlos frowned at him. “Y-Yondu… I understand if you need space to sort out how to feel about… leaving me here,” he said softly. “Sure – definitely take a few months off from… this – from me – and… and let our hearts just kinda… recover. I don’t wanna lose you as a friend. Please… don’t call this friendship off completely right away?”

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Why don’t you ask the platypus? *max points behind carlos*

*confused, Carlos looks. He jumps, startled* Oh – oh my goodness, it’s in a tree! What the… oh my gosh, that is a platypus.

Yeah. We call her ‘Muack’. It’s the sound she makes. She ate one of her babies.

Uh… well, animals do that. Wait, how did she have eggs? Is there a male running around?

Dunno. We just found her with eggs. All her other ones died and she ate the last one that me and Nikki took care of. She’s terrible but we still love her.

Huh… well, just don’t let her have another clutch of eggs, I guess. *looks at the platypus* Um, hey, sweetie… wanna come down here? It’s dangerous to be up in a tree…

She knows what she’s doing.

*the platypus hisses at carlos, nearly falling off the branch*

Oh! Be careful, honey… She doesn’t seem like she’s been handled a lot. Is she feral?

She’s violent. She bit Neil once and threatens to kick.

She does? Huh, that’s weird – females don’t have spurs.

Maybe she’s both.

Or she’s just doing some male things on instinct, like dogs do. I’m a scientist, not an animal biologist, so I don’t know.

Maybe she just is.

What, a hermaphrodite?

Maybe. Or maybe she just i s.

… I don’t think I follow, Max… she is what?

All.

I really don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, Max…

She just is, Carlos.

*the platypus is no longer in the tree*

You’re still being vague. But… okay, I guess. Help me get her out of the… *looks at the tree* Wait, where’d she go?

Probably somewhere. Or everywhere.

Heh… Welcome to Night Vale. You’re awfully cryptic, Max. Do you think she’s alright?

She’s probably eating lizards or something, I dunno. Not my day to watch her. Welcome to where?

Night Vale. It’s a town I used to live in. *Carlos went to get the pot* Let’s head inside and try the control experiment, I guess.

Alright. Let’s go do that.

*Carlos walks around to go inside the mess hall with the pot, expecting Max to follow*

*Max followed Carlos, half walking backwards to make sure the platypus wasn’t salking*

*Opens the door and holds it open for Max.* Hey, you looking for something?

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Yondu
blinks in mid crunch then swallows. “No idea what a snake is but…..
your dads a pshyco. Eating hearts……..then again… hey if it works for the
libido then who am I to judge.” Smiles at him wanting so badly to kiss
him.

Carlos laughed. “It’s more of a superstition that it helps your sex life,” Carlos said. “A lot of cultures are still heavily-set in superstition.” Carlos saw the look in Yondu’s eyes and he looked away. No, they couldn’t do this. They really shouldn’t. “Um… A snake, by the way, is a long reptile without legs. It, uh… it kinda looks like a tail with a head.”

Yondu sees him turn away and nods. “Uhhh Yeah….. that sounds… ummm… interesting…..” Fidel’s with the bag looking at the words on the back to distract himself. “H….how were the boys?….”

Carlos frowned and looked back at Yondu. “Peter had a panic attack,” he said. “We had to get him out of the store for a while and get some ice cream to calm him down. And… And Kraglin at one point was blushing. But, uh… Humans don’t blush blue, so we had to try to hide that too. Both times caused a bit of a scene… But we’re really hopeful that we weren’t particularly noticed as off-worlders.”

Yondu nods frowning at peter having a panic attack but he seemed fine when they got back so he let it slide. “Krags Blushing Huh? He’s interested in yet brother likes peoplecthat have some… mechanical bits ya know…. dunno why.” Shrugs and munches on another Cheeto and sighs. “This sucks………”

“It wasn’t Mikey,” Carlos said. “It… well, we found out Kraglin is lactose intolerant. And ice cream here is made of lactose, and he got a little sick. Peter kept teasing him about it.” Carlos looked down and scratched the back of his head. “Yondu… I think we might be on a bit of a time crunch now.”

Looks at him and nods. “Well… be gone tonight…… I know….may be a few months…before I can return……..if I can…..”

Carlos nodded. “Right… because of work… and you said that you needed to hibernate again soon.”

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Why don’t you ask the platypus? *max points behind carlos*

*confused, Carlos looks. He jumps, startled* Oh – oh my goodness, it’s in a tree! What the… oh my gosh, that is a platypus.

Yeah. We call her ‘Muack’. It’s the sound she makes. She ate one of her babies.

Uh… well, animals do that. Wait, how did she have eggs? Is there a male running around?

Dunno. We just found her with eggs. All her other ones died and she ate the last one that me and Nikki took care of. She’s terrible but we still love her.

Huh… well, just don’t let her have another clutch of eggs, I guess. *looks at the platypus* Um, hey, sweetie… wanna come down here? It’s dangerous to be up in a tree…

She knows what she’s doing.

*the platypus hisses at carlos, nearly falling off the branch*

Oh! Be careful, honey… She doesn’t seem like she’s been handled a lot. Is she feral?

She’s violent. She bit Neil once and threatens to kick.

She does? Huh, that’s weird – females don’t have spurs.

Maybe she’s both.

Or she’s just doing some male things on instinct, like dogs do. I’m a scientist, not an animal biologist, so I don’t know.

Maybe she just is.

What, a hermaphrodite?

Maybe. Or maybe she just i s.

… I don’t think I follow, Max… she is what?

All.

I really don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, Max…

She just is, Carlos.

*the platypus is no longer in the tree*

You’re still being vague. But… okay, I guess. Help me get her out of the… *looks at the tree* Wait, where’d she go?

Probably somewhere. Or everywhere.

Heh… Welcome to Night Vale. You’re awfully cryptic, Max. Do you think she’s alright?

She’s probably eating lizards or something, I dunno. Not my day to watch her. Welcome to where?

Night Vale. It’s a town I used to live in. *Carlos went to get the pot* Let’s head inside and try the control experiment, I guess.

Alright. Let’s go do that.

*Carlos walks around to go inside the mess hall with the pot, expecting Max to follow*

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Why don’t you ask the platypus? *max points behind carlos*

*confused, Carlos looks. He jumps, startled* Oh – oh my goodness, it’s in a tree! What the… oh my gosh, that is a platypus.

Yeah. We call her ‘Muack’. It’s the sound she makes. She ate one of her babies.

Uh… well, animals do that. Wait, how did she have eggs? Is there a male running around?

Dunno. We just found her with eggs. All her other ones died and she ate the last one that me and Nikki took care of. She’s terrible but we still love her.

Huh… well, just don’t let her have another clutch of eggs, I guess. *looks at the platypus* Um, hey, sweetie… wanna come down here? It’s dangerous to be up in a tree…

She knows what she’s doing.

*the platypus hisses at carlos, nearly falling off the branch*

Oh! Be careful, honey… She doesn’t seem like she’s been handled a lot. Is she feral?

She’s violent. She bit Neil once and threatens to kick.

She does? Huh, that’s weird – females don’t have spurs.

Maybe she’s both.

Or she’s just doing some male things on instinct, like dogs do. I’m a scientist, not an animal biologist, so I don’t know.

Maybe she just is.

What, a hermaphrodite?

Maybe. Or maybe she just i s.

… I don’t think I follow, Max… she is what?

All.

I really don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, Max…

She just is, Carlos.

*the platypus is no longer in the tree*

You’re still being vague. But… okay, I guess. Help me get her out of the… *looks at the tree* Wait, where’d she go?

Probably somewhere. Or everywhere.

Heh… Welcome to Night Vale. You’re awfully cryptic, Max. Do you think she’s alright?

She’s probably eating lizards or something, I dunno. Not my day to watch her. Welcome to where?

Night Vale. It’s a town I used to live in. *Carlos went to get the pot* Let’s head inside and try the control experiment, I guess.

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Why don’t you ask the platypus? *max points behind carlos*

*confused, Carlos looks. He jumps, startled* Oh – oh my goodness, it’s in a tree! What the… oh my gosh, that is a platypus.

Yeah. We call her ‘Muack’. It’s the sound she makes. She ate one of her babies.

Uh… well, animals do that. Wait, how did she have eggs? Is there a male running around?

Dunno. We just found her with eggs. All her other ones died and she ate the last one that me and Nikki took care of. She’s terrible but we still love her.

Huh… well, just don’t let her have another clutch of eggs, I guess. *looks at the platypus* Um, hey, sweetie… wanna come down here? It’s dangerous to be up in a tree…

She knows what she’s doing.

*the platypus hisses at carlos, nearly falling off the branch*

Oh! Be careful, honey… She doesn’t seem like she’s been handled a lot. Is she feral?

She’s violent. She bit Neil once and threatens to kick.

She does? Huh, that’s weird – females don’t have spurs.

Maybe she’s both.

Or she’s just doing some male things on instinct, like dogs do. I’m a scientist, not an animal biologist, so I don’t know.

Maybe she just is.

What, a hermaphrodite?

Maybe. Or maybe she just i s.

… I don’t think I follow, Max… she is what?

All.

I really don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, Max…

She just is, Carlos.

*the platypus is no longer in the tree*

You’re still being vague. But… okay, I guess. Help me get her out of the… *looks at the tree* Wait, where’d she go?

Probably somewhere. Or everywhere.

Heh… Welcome to Night Vale. You’re awfully cryptic, Max. Do you think she’s alright?

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Why don’t you ask the platypus? *max points behind carlos*

*confused, Carlos looks. He jumps, startled* Oh – oh my goodness, it’s in a tree! What the… oh my gosh, that is a platypus.

Yeah. We call her ‘Muack’. It’s the sound she makes. She ate one of her babies.

Uh… well, animals do that. Wait, how did she have eggs? Is there a male running around?

Dunno. We just found her with eggs. All her other ones died and she ate the last one that me and Nikki took care of. She’s terrible but we still love her.

Huh… well, just don’t let her have another clutch of eggs, I guess. *looks at the platypus* Um, hey, sweetie… wanna come down here? It’s dangerous to be up in a tree…

She knows what she’s doing.

*the platypus hisses at carlos, nearly falling off the branch*

Oh! Be careful, honey… She doesn’t seem like she’s been handled a lot. Is she feral?

She’s violent. She bit Neil once and threatens to kick.

She does? Huh, that’s weird – females don’t have spurs.

Maybe she’s both.

Or she’s just doing some male things on instinct, like dogs do. I’m a scientist, not an animal biologist, so I don’t know.

Maybe she just is.

What, a hermaphrodite?

Maybe. Or maybe she just i s.

… I don’t think I follow, Max… she is what?

All.

I really don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, Max…

She just is, Carlos.

*the platypus is no longer in the tree*

You’re still being vague. But… okay, I guess. Help me get her out of the… *looks at the tree* Wait, where’d she go?