My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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It was a poor joke at best, the ticket manager didn’t seem to be even vaguely entertained by it and simply rolled his tired dark eyes at the man and punched a discounted ticket. His hands were wrinkled and scared like he never rested a day in his life, after the ripe age of eighteen. He snatched the coupon and tossed it into a drawer beside the pinched ticket, which gleamed like treasure beneath the flashing lights of his stand.

Finally being handed the ticket through awkward groans of misery and sounds of self loathing, the man spoke in a low and gruff tone that urged Carlos along like he was a straggler.

“Get on with it, city man.” He growled as he waved his frail hand in a dismissive manner, and then at the family of four behind Carlos to proceed.

Carlos blinked. Well, that was a great way to greet someone. Carlos reasoned that the man was probably having an off day today.

So Carlos just smiled at him and nodded. “Thank you. Have a good day,” he said and started to walk away from the booth.

Carlos looked at the ticket to determine where his seat was. It seemed like it was pretty high up – he didn’t really expect anything else from a raffled ticket coupon – so he located the section and started to climb.

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“I don’t know…
maybe…. never looked. We’re so rare it’s… we’re not even catalogued as
fully a intelligent people… then again not all of us can talk…”… I’m
sorry Carlos…”

“No – No, don’t be,” Carlos told him. “We just… clearly neither of us knew. Just…” Carlos sighed. “There’s got to be someone. Someone in the entire galaxy – a historian or an anthropologist or a doctor or something – who knows what to do.”

“Yeah… I’ll go back to my warbird in the forest make a few calls. See if anyone out there has some kind of… idea….” looks at him then down ears dropping at the rejection.

Carlos reached and took Yondu’s face in his hands. “Yondu – please understand me when I say this – No, it’s not a good idea for us to try to make this work. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care a lot about you. I do. And I want you to be safe and healthy. Whatever I can do to help you toward that, I’m willing to do it! Okay? I’m still your friend.”

Yondu looks at him with a crushed look and his ears droop down. “So…. there’s no chance? None? Friend….. yeah…. friend……….friend.” Why did this hurt so much.

That look Yondu was giving him broke Carlos’ heart. “Yondu… this wouldn’t work out, no matter how much I want it to. I’m not meant for space. I survived in it, yeah, and you were a great help, but… I’m just not meant to leave my solar system.”

This was really hard for Carlos to tell him. Carlos really didn’t want to talk about it anymore… he wished Yondu could understand so Carlos didn’t have to keep saying it.

Yondus pointy ears dropped lower and he actually gave out a rather surprising low whine sound. He just nods then shakes his head closing his eyes and wiggles his ears before looking back up eyes hardened. He’d been hurt before this was fine he could live. “Ok.”

Carlos wanted to hug him. To tell him that everything was going to be fine, but… he didn’t think they were ready for that. Yondu didn’t need to be confused even more.

“If… if there’s anything I can do for you… just let me know,” Carlos said to the other. “I’m still your friend… I promise.”

Yondu just nods and motions to the door as he walks out and then goes back to helping fix dinner.

Peter blinks looking from Yondu to carlos knowing something happened.

Carlos didn’t feel good at all anymore. Despite his attempts at assuring Yondu, Carlos felt like he only hurt him. Not only that, but Yondu mentioned biology so now Carlos was worried for his health. There had to be someone in the galaxy who could help him figure it out… but Carlos hadn’t the slightest clue of where to start.

Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea… God, he didn’t even know anymore.

Kraglin looked to Peter. He himself wasn’t going to ask about what was going on between the adults in their lives, but if Peter was… Kraglin would be interested in what the younger terran would dig up.

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“I don’t know…
maybe…. never looked. We’re so rare it’s… we’re not even catalogued as
fully a intelligent people… then again not all of us can talk…”… I’m
sorry Carlos…”

“No – No, don’t be,” Carlos told him. “We just… clearly neither of us knew. Just…” Carlos sighed. “There’s got to be someone. Someone in the entire galaxy – a historian or an anthropologist or a doctor or something – who knows what to do.”

“Yeah… I’ll go back to my warbird in the forest make a few calls. See if anyone out there has some kind of… idea….” looks at him then down ears dropping at the rejection.

Carlos reached and took Yondu’s face in his hands. “Yondu – please understand me when I say this – No, it’s not a good idea for us to try to make this work. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care a lot about you. I do. And I want you to be safe and healthy. Whatever I can do to help you toward that, I’m willing to do it! Okay? I’m still your friend.”

Yondu looks at him with a crushed look and his ears droop down. “So…. there’s no chance? None? Friend….. yeah…. friend……….friend.” Why did this hurt so much.

That look Yondu was giving him broke Carlos’ heart. “Yondu… this wouldn’t work out, no matter how much I want it to. I’m not meant for space. I survived in it, yeah, and you were a great help, but… I’m just not meant to leave my solar system.”

This was really hard for Carlos to tell him. Carlos really didn’t want to talk about it anymore… he wished Yondu could understand so Carlos didn’t have to keep saying it.

Yondus pointy ears dropped lower and he actually gave out a rather surprising low whine sound. He just nods then shakes his head closing his eyes and wiggles his ears before looking back up eyes hardened. He’d been hurt before this was fine he could live. “Ok.”

Carlos wanted to hug him. To tell him that everything was going to be fine, but… he didn’t think they were ready for that. Yondu didn’t need to be confused even more.

“If… if there’s anything I can do for you… just let me know,” Carlos said to the other. “I’m still your friend… I promise.”

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Carlos just hugged Hancock. “No, it doesn’t,” he said. “I won’t let go either. You should know… I love you too. And I do think you are a beautiful person. One of the best out here.”

“Heh, please, you’re the hot one in this relationship.” He chuckled and pecked Carlos on the cheek, hoping he got that the ghoul wasn’t misunderstanding his meaning, simply making a joke while complimenting him.

Carlos smiled. He felt unable to look into Hancock’s eyes, so he leaned in to nuzzle into his shoulder. “You’re too much,” he murmured softly, feeling slightly embarrassed but happy at the same time.

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“Irish charm?” Carlos asked with a smile. “Or maybe another sort of charm? How’s your wand-work with illegal spells? I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Heh.”

“Heh, I’m not so big on usin’ those kinds’a charms on folks, but who knows? Maybe I added a little somethin’ to that potion I have ya.” He joked, shooting a wink at Carlos so he’d know he was joking.

Carlos just laughed. This was the most fun he’d ever had with a near-stranger already, and their trip was just starting.

“You know, not everyone I meet is as god a sport as you with jokes.”

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“I don’t know…
maybe…. never looked. We’re so rare it’s… we’re not even catalogued as
fully a intelligent people… then again not all of us can talk…”… I’m
sorry Carlos…”

“No – No, don’t be,” Carlos told him. “We just… clearly neither of us knew. Just…” Carlos sighed. “There’s got to be someone. Someone in the entire galaxy – a historian or an anthropologist or a doctor or something – who knows what to do.”

“Yeah… I’ll go back to my warbird in the forest make a few calls. See if anyone out there has some kind of… idea….” looks at him then down ears dropping at the rejection.

Carlos reached and took Yondu’s face in his hands. “Yondu – please understand me when I say this – No, it’s not a good idea for us to try to make this work. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care a lot about you. I do. And I want you to be safe and healthy. Whatever I can do to help you toward that, I’m willing to do it! Okay? I’m still your friend.”

Yondu looks at him with a crushed look and his ears droop down. “So…. there’s no chance? None? Friend….. yeah…. friend……….friend.” Why did this hurt so much.

That look Yondu was giving him broke Carlos’ heart. “Yondu… this wouldn’t work out, no matter how much I want it to. I’m not meant for space. I survived in it, yeah, and you were a great help, but… I’m just not meant to leave my solar system.”

This was really hard for Carlos to tell him. Carlos really didn’t want to talk about it anymore… he wished Yondu could understand so Carlos didn’t have to keep saying it.

“Don’t tell me I mixed up salt with sugar.” (probably in coffee or something)

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“Okay,” Tony gasped hoarsely in between hard coughs. “I’ll just…suffer in silence.” He let out another long series of coughs, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a smirk, and he was looking at Carlos with a merry gleam in his eyes.

Getting a good laugh from that answer, Tony relented. "Okay, go get us
some coffee with actual sugar before with both start mixing things up
and stopping the world,“ he patted Carlos’s arm encouragingly. "I’d
still like to talk with you some more when you come back.”

“Yessir,” Carlos said with a nod. He was still smiling at his boss. “See ya in a bit.” He was honestly a little nervous about just ‘talking’ with Stark… but there was no reason not to so he tried to take it easy.

Carlos dumped out the bad coffee in the sink in the break room before having the machine dispense more into their rinsed mugs. He even taste-tested the sugar to make sure he had it right before mixing the mugs and bringing them back to Stark’s workspace.

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Carlos just smiled at him. “Don’t be sorry – it’s great to ask questions! Otherwise people wouldn’t learn anything new. There are a couple things that can be ignored and not affect the rest of the terminal’s main function. The ports for additional hardware, like for headsets or turrets aren’t strictly needed. Neither are the in-terminal speakers. It can even work without fans for a while, though it’d overheat and shut off without proper air flow.”

“Really? That’s so weird.” The ghoul hummed as he leaned in closer to check the terminal out. It was obvious he didn’t understand much about what the other was talking about, he didn’t have any experience with technology beyond writing or playing games on his terminal, not many did. “So…. why is that? What is it about those things that make ‘em…. optional, I guess?”

“Yeah, sort of,” Carlos said. “But a lot of these things are built into the terminal, so it’s kind of like removing your appendix and gallbladder too. And one kidney.” Come to think of it, there was a lot of things that the human body could live without. Toes, hair… Okay, he forgot for a bit who he was hanging out with. Carlos decided to get off of that train of thought and turned his attention back to the terminal, making mental notes of which wires needed replacing and how he could do that.

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“Anything is fine by me, but we should get you some proper meals Carlos.” Cecil responded.

Carlos just shrugged slightly. “Well, I usually just eat enough to function. But I know you’re not used to that… Like I said, it’s a habit I developed from college.”

“That doesn’t make it very healthy,” he said. Perhaps he had been spending too much time with his Niece or Old Woman Josie, in Carlos’s absence but he felt the need to make sure he was keeping a good diet.

Carlos chuckled. “No, probably not,” he admitted. “I guess you can start thinking about what else we could make. Wheat’s legal here, so our options are wider than usual.”

Cecil tried to come up with some food ideas that would be fairly simple to make. He adds chickpeas, some assorted vegetables, and a few.other things.

The drive to the store was longer than it would have been back home, but Carlos didn’t mind in the slightest. He was pretty happy to have Cecil with him.

Once at the store Carlos parked without incident – very different from Night Vale. It was kind of refreshing, if he were honest.

Cecil held Carlos’s hand as they walked into the store so they could get their snacks and a few meal things that would not be hard to repair and didn’t need to be refrigerated .

Carlos picked out the hot dogs and buns as well as a few condiments that he liked. Dill relish was one of his favorites.

“You know, the best part about hot dogs is that we can just stick them and then roast them over a fire. Not much cooking skill required other than ‘put the fire out’.”

“Sounds nice and easy to me,” Cecil said, picking up the rest of the items on his list. It wasn’t hard as truthfully there wasn’t that much on the list.

“Awesome,” Carlos said with a grin. “How are we doing? Do we have everything? Ooh, the party mix chocolate is on sale…”

‘✿’

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Send in ‘✿’ for starter where your muse finds out that mine has Hanahaki Disease

Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.

Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.

When
Cecil received his text, a small smile formed onto his face. He debated
his next text but he really needed to know for the show tonight.

‘Could I ask a question? It’s for tonight -Cecil’

Ugh. Carlos really wasn’t in the mood for a chat. But that wasn’t Cecil’s fault.

‘Sure. I’ll answer as best I can. -Carlos’