As the summer days rolled by, a full moon crept closer and closer. Thankfully, the woods surrounding the camp were large and caves were scatted everywhere, maybe Carlos could wait this out in a cave? all he had to do was find one and hope some other animal didn’t make its home there, right? -(the worse starter maker) L

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Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.

He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?

He seemed surprised to be stopped by the other, puffing up his wings before growling defencively

Carlos didn’t make another move. He just stood in the other’s way, making a very low growl in his throat, but didn’t try to attack again.

he shot a glare at the other before trying to move around him, making sure not to get too close

Carlos snarled again and jumped in front of the other beast again. You are not going near that camp! Not near those kids!

he snarled, getting fed up with Carlos, so he gave his wings a few flaps, kicking up dirt and dust into the air

Carlos just barked at the other, his hackles raised and teeth bared.

No way, Jose – I don’t give a damn how big you are!

he snarled, raising a paw as he got ready to strike ‘You’re Really Trying My Nerves!’

Carlos stopped growling. What the hell?

Hey, wait – are you – are you actually talking to me?

he stopped, tilting his head in confusion ‘Wait, You Can Talk..? Why Weren’t You Earilier?’

No idea. But since I can ask, why are you going toward the camp? You really shouldn’t be heading that way.

Good that they could understand each other, but Carlos still had concerns.

he sat down ‘The Camp? I’m Going To The Stream, Why Would I Go To The Camp? There’s Nothing For Me There Anymore..’

Carlos huffed at him with a light snarl. You’re walking directly toward the camp. You actually left your kill behind at the cave. What gives?

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Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.

He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?

He seemed surprised to be stopped by the other, puffing up his wings before growling defencively

Carlos didn’t make another move. He just stood in the other’s way, making a very low growl in his throat, but didn’t try to attack again.

he shot a glare at the other before trying to move around him, making sure not to get too close

Carlos snarled again and jumped in front of the other beast again. You are not going near that camp! Not near those kids!

he snarled, getting fed up with Carlos, so he gave his wings a few flaps, kicking up dirt and dust into the air

Carlos just barked at the other, his hackles raised and teeth bared.

No way, Jose – I don’t give a damn how big you are!

he snarled, raising a paw as he got ready to strike ‘You’re Really Trying My Nerves!’

Carlos stopped growling. What the hell?

Hey, wait – are you – are you actually talking to me?

he stopped, tilting his head in confusion ‘Wait, You Can Talk..? Why Weren’t You Earilier?’

No idea. But since I can ask, why are you going toward the camp? You really shouldn’t be heading that way.

Good that they could understand each other, but Carlos still had concerns.

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Carlos snorted softly. “Kinda takes away the illusion of me treating you when you say things like that, babe,” Carlos teased him with a grin. “But, uh, yeah… I think a table by the stage sounds great.” Carlos loved Magnolia’s singing too. It reminded him that even though the world supposedly ended, people were still creating new things. It just always put him in a good mood. It would make his night with Hancock that much better, he thought.

“If it makes you feel better, you can order for me if you like.” He teased right back with a wink. “We’ll find one close but maybe not so close we won’t be able to chat, yeah? Much as I love Mags, I want to spend the night with you, y’know?”

Carlos grinned stupidly. “You’re ridiculously sweet,” he cooed. “That sounds great. Dare I say, romantic.” It made Carlos want to just kiss him now. A lot.

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“That works, yeah. And we hadn’t had dinner yet, I can bring something by if you’d like. Want to say….half an hour, to give you time to do a little prep before we arrive?” She was trying not to be overbearing, letting him have final say in the plans.

“Yeah, if you want to. I have some gluten-free mac and cheese here, and that’s enough to make her and me happy without burning the house down.” Carlos chuckled. “But you’re welcome to bring food over tonight if you want to. Half an hour sounds good… or whatever ‘half an hour’ means for me here in Night Vale. I’ll expect you soon.”

“I’ll whip something up while Angie finishes getting ready, then. See you in a bit~” Without further preamble, the Fae woman hung up her phone to give their daughter the time frame for the trip to Carlos’ apartment. The real question was what to bring over that wouldn’t necessarily need bread or gluten in it.

Still, a half an hour later as promised, the door in the apartment that connected to Mia’s pocket dimension swung open to allow both child and guardian to enter, a pot of sloppy joe-covered tater tots held in Mia’s hands.

“Knock knock~”

“Papa! Hi!”

Carlos came trotting in, wearing a simple pair of sweat pants and an old tshirt and no socks. At the sight of Angie his heart leapt – higher than usual – and he hurried forward, dropping down to his knees to pull her into his arms.

“Angie! It’s good to see you!”

He wasn’t sure why he was so excited – they’d been talking regularly on the phone and through email or face-time. But just seeing her… it made him ridiculously happy, for some reason.

Angie returned the hug enthusiastically, an excited giggle escaping her as she threw her arms around her Papa’s neck. “It’s good to see you too, Papa! Mama said that she was going to be joining us for dinner tonight? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, Angie,” Mia was heading for the kitchen as she spoke. “Your Papa and I just need to talk to you about something together before I leave you two to your visit, but it’s nothing bad. Right, Carlos?”

Hopefully, Carlos couldn’t help but think to himself. But Mia was here, he reminded himself. She wouldn’t let anything bad happen.

“That’s right, Angie,” Carlos said as he pulled back from the hug enough to look at her. “This visit’s going to be a little different, and it’s going to require you to be very responsible, okay? Can you be responsible for me?”

“I can be responsible,” she agreed, nodding as she looked up at him. “Do you need my help with something? Do I get to help you with a project?” Obviously, Angie’s idea of something requiring responsibility was a lot more mundane than the current situation.

“Well, yes,” Carlos said. He stood up and took her hand. “Come on in. Mia? Should we talk about this over dinner? Or should it wait until after? What do you think?”

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“That works, yeah. And we hadn’t had dinner yet, I can bring something by if you’d like. Want to say….half an hour, to give you time to do a little prep before we arrive?” She was trying not to be overbearing, letting him have final say in the plans.

“Yeah, if you want to. I have some gluten-free mac and cheese here, and that’s enough to make her and me happy without burning the house down.” Carlos chuckled. “But you’re welcome to bring food over tonight if you want to. Half an hour sounds good… or whatever ‘half an hour’ means for me here in Night Vale. I’ll expect you soon.”

“I’ll whip something up while Angie finishes getting ready, then. See you in a bit~” Without further preamble, the Fae woman hung up her phone to give their daughter the time frame for the trip to Carlos’ apartment. The real question was what to bring over that wouldn’t necessarily need bread or gluten in it.

Still, a half an hour later as promised, the door in the apartment that connected to Mia’s pocket dimension swung open to allow both child and guardian to enter, a pot of sloppy joe-covered tater tots held in Mia’s hands.

“Knock knock~”

“Papa! Hi!”

Carlos came trotting in, wearing a simple pair of sweat pants and an old tshirt and no socks. At the sight of Angie his heart leapt – higher than usual – and he hurried forward, dropping down to his knees to pull her into his arms.

“Angie! It’s good to see you!”

He wasn’t sure why he was so excited – they’d been talking regularly on the phone and through email or face-time. But just seeing her… it made him ridiculously happy, for some reason.

Angie returned the hug enthusiastically, an excited giggle escaping her as she threw her arms around her Papa’s neck. “It’s good to see you too, Papa! Mama said that she was going to be joining us for dinner tonight? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, Angie,” Mia was heading for the kitchen as she spoke. “Your Papa and I just need to talk to you about something together before I leave you two to your visit, but it’s nothing bad. Right, Carlos?”

Hopefully, Carlos couldn’t help but think to himself. But Mia was here, he reminded himself. She wouldn’t let anything bad happen.

“That’s right, Angie,” Carlos said as he pulled back from the hug enough to look at her. “This visit’s going to be a little different, and it’s going to require you to be very responsible, okay? Can you be responsible for me?”

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“That works, yeah. And we hadn’t had dinner yet, I can bring something by if you’d like. Want to say….half an hour, to give you time to do a little prep before we arrive?” She was trying not to be overbearing, letting him have final say in the plans.

“Yeah, if you want to. I have some gluten-free mac and cheese here, and that’s enough to make her and me happy without burning the house down.” Carlos chuckled. “But you’re welcome to bring food over tonight if you want to. Half an hour sounds good… or whatever ‘half an hour’ means for me here in Night Vale. I’ll expect you soon.”

“I’ll whip something up while Angie finishes getting ready, then. See you in a bit~” Without further preamble, the Fae woman hung up her phone to give their daughter the time frame for the trip to Carlos’ apartment. The real question was what to bring over that wouldn’t necessarily need bread or gluten in it.

Still, a half an hour later as promised, the door in the apartment that connected to Mia’s pocket dimension swung open to allow both child and guardian to enter, a pot of sloppy joe-covered tater tots held in Mia’s hands.

“Knock knock~”

“Papa! Hi!”

Carlos came trotting in, wearing a simple pair of sweat pants and an old tshirt and no socks. At the sight of Angie his heart leapt – higher than usual – and he hurried forward, dropping down to his knees to pull her into his arms.

“Angie! It’s good to see you!”

He wasn’t sure why he was so excited – they’d been talking regularly on the phone and through email or face-time. But just seeing her… it made him ridiculously happy, for some reason.

Trick or treat •;3

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Here you are honey! We have these for DAYS

So many sweets from my sweetie ♡♡

Don’t eat them all at once, okay babe? I love you too much to let you get sick.

I won’t. No need to worry about me Carlos!

You sure? How many have you had?

Like.. 2? How many sweets have you had?

….

Four.

So many Carlos! No wonder you are so sweet!

You’re… not going to call me out on that? That’s, like, chain-popping.

You know what you did.

~~And its not like I would call you out on air.~~

*Carlos looked at him.*

I… suppose I do. Heh… I’ll brush my teeth extra thoroughly tonight, I promise.

Trick or treat •;3

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Here you are honey! We have these for DAYS

So many sweets from my sweetie ♡♡

Don’t eat them all at once, okay babe? I love you too much to let you get sick.

I won’t. No need to worry about me Carlos!

You sure? How many have you had?

Like.. 2? How many sweets have you had?

….

Four.

So many Carlos! No wonder you are so sweet!

You’re… not going to call me out on that? That’s, like, chain-popping.

Trick or treat •;3

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Here you are honey! We have these for DAYS

So many sweets from my sweetie ♡♡

Don’t eat them all at once, okay babe? I love you too much to let you get sick.

I won’t. No need to worry about me Carlos!

You sure? How many have you had?

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Oh shit, that’s right. Damn…

“Um, the thing with ice cream, Hancock, is that it’s frozen. It’s literally frozen milk and cream ingredients. And if we did find a container of it, it’d probably have not only melted but spoiled and petrified. I guess there’s a possibility that dehydrated ice cream still exists. It tastes the same, just drier. But if there was any to be had, I would assume that it would have been one of the first things to go.”

Carlos wished more than anything in that moment to have somehow rationed even a single piece of chocolate or a small package of dehydrated ice cream just to share it with Hancock – share as in give it to him since he had never tasted any of it before. But Carlos knew how ridiculous that thought was and tried to shake it away.

“I–– yeah, I s’pose that makes sense. Ya don’t think anyone’s figured out how to make it again? I mean, we got workin’ refrigerators now, it could be possible, right?” It was probably wishful thinking, but if he were being honest, it really didn’t matter that much, he didn’t know what he was missing so he couldn’t exactly miss it in the first place.

“Not unless someone’s got a recipe book from pre-war,” Carlos said a little sadly. But then an idea came to him. “Oh – but I can show you how to make popsicles! Some day, we should get some mutfruit juice and some clean skewer-type sticks and I’ll show you what my dad showed Mikey and I. You might like it.”

When it got warmer, of course – Carlos didn’t want Hancock to have any more issues with his circulation than the winter already gave him.