Where are the fuck laundry pods im gonna throw them in the lake
Don’t encourage bad behavior among the fish too, Max
You’re not my dad I’m gonna throw em in the lake
“You’re not my dad”
IT’S FOR SCIENCE DA- CARLOS! FUCK!
animal cruelty isn’t science, Max…
Where did you get that from putting a laundry pod in lake water? I could’ve put lake water in a bucket somewhere and call it the lake. I’m not that much of an asshole.
*confused Max sound???* okay, maybe you’re the one’s who drunk because that- *points to cup* is a sippy cup full of orange juice
*he holds back a chuckle* most have really sucked..
*gives him a look* Yeah, laugh it up, fuzz-head. Allergies are hilarious. I would have laughed, but I had a hard time breathing. *he smirks slightly, so it’s obvious he’s only teasing*
fuzz-head..? *he shakes his head slightly* can’t lie though, imagining someone you look up to being all teary and sneeze-y is kinda funny
You would have at least handed me a bottle of Claritin while you were laughing, right? *he’s still smiling* And yeah – you got all that hair on your head.
*he smiles slightly* yeah i guess .. and my hair is uncontrollible curly, there’s nothing that can be done about it… *he chuckles*
*chuckles as well and reaches down to ruffle his hair* A man after my own hair. But there is something that can be done – mousse is nice. Not the pudding, the other mousse. Not the hooved kind either.
*as Carlos ruffles his hair, he finds half a comb ? weird- Max tilts his head confusedly* ‘mousse’? what’s that?
*frowns at the comb and starts to play with the broken teeth* Well, it’s a sort of soft substance for your hair. It’s not hard like gel or hairspray though – it’s kind of like shaving cream, but lighter? It doesn’t froth when you rub it in your hands. It just… it’s a lighter alternative.
huh- oh there’s the other half of that comb- but the mouse sounds weird..
I’ll bring some from my camp next time so you can try it out. Also, use a brush rather than a comb. Or you’ll just break them.
*he nods and smiles* alright da- Carlos
*blinks at Max, and then smiles a little sheepishly* Yeah… Um… Hey, buddy – I’m still sorry about earlier. I’ll make it up to you, okay? What’s your favorite candy?
“I
will be right back in a second! Not sure what side it will be a second
will be on… But it will be a second!” A hole appeared in the wall and
without hesitatiion, Stephen lunged into it. Just as he said, he came
back through a portal on the ceiling and covered in BAMFs. “I did it! I
made a portal to Hell! I can do this!” He lunged his fists in the air
with a low laugh and a smile. “This will be easy!”
“Jesus!” Carlos yelped, clinging onto the Bamf. “I – instantaneous! Was that supposed to happen?? Wha –”
The Bamf in his arms squee’d and started wriggling before suddenly poofing with a smell of brimstone out of Carlos’ hands and onto the pile covering Stephen.
The sorcerer laughed at the sheer joy that the bamfs were giving off. “Yes, yes it was. Time is fast in Hell. A few seconds here is that of minutes there. But I have harnessed the bloodstone magic! I can help Nightvale! And I can fight Azazel myself or whatever demon is behind this.” He started to pull the bamfs off him one by one. “I’m not sure how to stop the red demons, but can you tell your radio friend that I will get your problem fixed? And I will need some help especially finding out what the weakness of the enemy is? It would be much appreciated. Or you can science it! That would rule out a lot of things!”
“Uh… um – yeah, sure, I can science it – absolutely,” Carlos said. This was weird, but he was trying to catch up. “Alright, what do I need to do, do you think? Where would you like me to start? Oh – I should text Cecil before I forget.” He took out his phone and unlocked it to start typing out a message about the developments Strange just told him.
*confused Max sound???* okay, maybe you’re the one’s who drunk because that- *points to cup* is a sippy cup full of orange juice
*he holds back a chuckle* most have really sucked..
*gives him a look* Yeah, laugh it up, fuzz-head. Allergies are hilarious. I would have laughed, but I had a hard time breathing. *he smirks slightly, so it’s obvious he’s only teasing*
fuzz-head..? *he shakes his head slightly* can’t lie though, imagining someone you look up to being all teary and sneeze-y is kinda funny
You would have at least handed me a bottle of Claritin while you were laughing, right? *he’s still smiling* And yeah – you got all that hair on your head.
*he smiles slightly* yeah i guess .. and my hair is uncontrollible curly, there’s nothing that can be done about it… *he chuckles*
*chuckles as well and reaches down to ruffle his hair* A man after my own hair. But there is something that can be done – mousse is nice. Not the pudding, the other mousse. Not the hooved kind either.
*as Carlos ruffles his hair, he finds half a comb ? weird- Max tilts his head confusedly* ‘mousse’? what’s that?
*frowns at the comb and starts to play with the broken teeth* Well, it’s a sort of soft substance for your hair. It’s not hard like gel or hairspray though – it’s kind of like shaving cream, but lighter? It doesn’t froth when you rub it in your hands. It just… it’s a lighter alternative.
huh- oh there’s the other half of that comb- but the mouse sounds weird..
I’ll bring some from my camp next time so you can try it out. Also, use a brush rather than a comb. Or you’ll just break them.
Yondu
Yawns already half asleep when he saw the pjs with rockets and snorts.
“Dork. Rockets… really…. heh.” He sighs and kicks off his own pants
remaining in his boxers that had smiley faces on them. “Come on. Bed..
mornings going to come faster then we want. Especially with your terran
time.”
Carlos frowned slightly. “These pants are comfy,” he said, but upon seeing Yondu’s boxers he gave a chuckle. “I could have sworn you were a briefs’ man,” he said as he grabbed Yondu’s pants and folded them. He set them on his desk with Yondu’s other clothes and then got into bed. “We’re actually going to bed a bit earlier than usual for Earth standards,” he admitted to Yondu. “Having dinner and then bed immediately after isn’t usual.”
Yondu last looks at him then Yawns and Squirms around snuggling against him. “Yeah Well…I’m tired…… think my hybernation times comming up again…..”
Carlos frowned a bit at that. “Already?” he asked. “I… I had thought there would be more time.” He then remembered. “When the hell is Kraglin supposed to go to sleep then? You said that… that Hraxians do it too, didn’t you?”
