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Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos snorted softly and shook his head. “I’m
not the ridiculous one – and no, I’m not a scientist anymore.” He was tempted
to laugh again, but Carlos took a big sigh to keep the giggles at bay. He
grabbed his bottle and took a drink of juice to help himself a bit more. “Can’t
be a scientist without a lab,” he went on, “and mine’s back in the Vault,
remember? I’m just a scavver now.”

“Hmm….. I’m not sure that’s really how it works, heh. Weren’t there scientists that did shit outside of a lab? Like uh…. the ones who looked for fossils and shit, they were out diggin’ in the dirt and still counted as scientists, I think you count too.” He winked. “If ya really need a lab though, I could probably set ya up with somethin’, y’know?”

“You’re supposed to get back to the lab with
your data,” Carlos explained. “Science isn’t about just doing field work all
the time.” He sighed. “No, I don’t need a lab. Like I said, I don’t do that
anymore – I’m a scavver now. Can’t really eat working on science, you know?” Well, he was getting sad now. Dammit.

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Nods to him smiling at him his ears giving another little flick.

Carlos glanced at the ears and smiled very
slightly. “You doing that on purpose?” he asked.

Blinks ears flicking up then back down. “Doing what?” One ear flicks.

“Your ears… they keep twitching,” Carlos told
him.

“Oh…. Yeah.. they uhh… it’s like.. ummm.. think of a cats… or something…..”

Carlos nodded. “Yeah, I see,” he said. “It’s…
interesting. Humans can’t do that. Though… I guess you know that.”

Nods and smiles. “we all have our own things. Even you. You wrinkle your nose when your thinking hard.”

Carlos sat up slightly, surprised. “I do?” he
asked. He tried to think. He… he supposed he did. He couldn’t recall a specific
time though… but he didn’t disbelieve the Captain.

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Nods to him smiling at him his ears giving another little flick.

Carlos glanced at the ears and smiled very
slightly. “You doing that on purpose?” he asked.

Blinks ears flicking up then back down. “Doing what?” One ear flicks.

“Your ears… they keep twitching,” Carlos told
him.

“Oh…. Yeah.. they uhh… it’s like.. ummm.. think of a cats… or something…..”

Carlos nodded. “Yeah, I see,” he said. “It’s…
interesting. Humans can’t do that. Though… I guess you know that.”

sungpraise:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos was a bit surprised at that. It seemed
like a really random subject to be interested in, he thought. But a fascinating
one, none-the-less.

He smiled at Daisy, hoping to encourage her
further. “Really? How is it? Do you find it interesting?”

David had expected some kind of odd look for that, not really the encouragement Carlos offered him. A small, genuine smile found its place on his lips at that. “It’s– it’s pretty cool. There are some stories about unexplained events and how it’s portrayed in pop culture.”

Carlos nodded. “Like in Matilda?” he said with
a smile. “Sorry – I really liked that book. And the movie’s phenomenal.”

killermonsterterrorist:

the-perfect-scientist:

“Yup,” Carlos chirped. “Isn’t science great?
It’s always changing and we’re always learning new things.”

“Great, but also mildly annoying when halfway through the semester, the professor tells you some new idea was discovered so everything we learned previously is irrelevant.” 

Carlos just shrugged. “It’s just the nature of
science – It’s rather egotistical of humans to believe that they know
everything, I think.”

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

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ravagewhistler

“Hmmmm
you know… I never thought of that. I haven’t had time to… catalogue
them….. you know they have a app for that… I should use it. But you know
even if I had more then one I would still keep it…. There part of my
collection… so…. “

“But getting that application might help keep
you from getting doubles in the future,” Carlos suggested. “And really, you’re
not the only one in the universe. My dad likes chickens, for some reason. It’s,
uh… it’s a farm-bird. He has them decorating his kitchen back home.”

“Your… father has live chickens decorating his walls at home? Is this a… Terran thing?”

“What? No, no, not live chickens. I meant like
– well, like you. He’s got chicken figures in the window sill, some macramé art, matching dish towels and
dishes… that sort of stuff.” Carlos pursed his lips together, thinking. “Though,
yeah… some Terrans do taxidermy animals and decorate their homes with them. It’s…
weird.”

“Oh…. well that makes more sense…. but yeah… it’s what I collect. Ummmm I got a few special ones as gifts from my boys.”

Carlos smiled. “Oh, that’s sweet,” he said
without really thinking about it. He suddenly remembered where they were and
looked around, wondering if anyone heard him. “I – I’m sorry, Captain, but…
yeah, I really do think that. I shouldn’t have said so aloud though.”

“It’s fine… the only crew here are my inner circle. The few I can trust…. your fine.”

Carlos looked around again, but nodded
sheepishly at Yondu. “Right… I’m sorry, still. I’ll be more careful.”

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

cliche-ask-max:

the-perfect-scientist:

cliche-ask-max:

the-perfect-scientist:

cliche-ask-max:

the-perfect-scientist:

cliche-ask-max:

the-perfect-scientist:

cliche-ask-max

cliche-ask-max-deactivated20171:

Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

David: okay…oh god…I’m a horrible counselor…I can’t even tell when one of my kids is upset…depressed, even…

No, son, no, you’re not horrible. You’re, what…
in your twenties? It’s okay. And Max didn’t want anyone to realize he was… so
upset. It’s not our fault, David.

David: I’m going to go see him. Even if he’s asleep, I just wanna look at him…

Sure. *turns to open the door for David. Gives
him a small smile and steps aside so he could go in first.*

David: *he gasps when he sees the small form of max, looking even smaller among the tubes and machines* oh max…

Max: *stirs and wakes up* d-David?

*shuts the door behind them gently* Hey buddy.
I gave him a call – I hope that’s okay.

*he reaches out his arms* d-David.

David: *walks over and hugs the child gently*

*stands at the foot of the bed, just watching
them hug it out*

David: max…I’m so sorry…

David…I did this…David…it’s all my fault…I scared everyone…I tried to…kill myself…

We got you out of the water and to the
hospital in time – that’s what’s important right now. The other kids will be
glad to know that you’re okay. *frowns* I… broke one of your ribs, Max, and
cracked a couple others. I’m sorry about that – I wish it was avoidable.

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

cliche-ask-max:

the-perfect-scientist:

cliche-ask-max:

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cliche-ask-max:

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cliche-ask-max

cliche-ask-max-deactivated20171:

Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

David: okay…oh god…I’m a horrible counselor…I can’t even tell when one of my kids is upset…depressed, even…

No, son, no, you’re not horrible. You’re, what…
in your twenties? It’s okay. And Max didn’t want anyone to realize he was… so
upset. It’s not our fault, David.

David: I’m going to go see him. Even if he’s asleep, I just wanna look at him…

Sure. *turns to open the door for David. Gives
him a small smile and steps aside so he could go in first.*

David: *he gasps when he sees the small form of max, looking even smaller among the tubes and machines* oh max…

Max: *stirs and wakes up* d-David?

*shuts the door behind them gently* Hey buddy.
I gave him a call – I hope that’s okay.

*he reaches out his arms* d-David.

David: *walks over and hugs the child gently*

*stands at the foot of the bed, just watching
them hug it out*