selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos smiled at him, trying to shake off the pesky intrusive thoughts about the raging bitch his mother. “I’ll mark it on your calendar for you,” he told Hancock. “Though really… I’m absolutely happy with everything you’ve given me. I really am.” He started to tuck into the last few mouthfuls of his noodles, slurping them up quicker as they’d gotten colder and trying to savor the sodium chloride and other flavors.

“I’d appreciate that, sunshine.” He paused, taking another bite of his noodles and taking a few moments to chew and swallow before continuing. “And uh…. my birthday’s November twelfth. You’re the only one around here who knows that besides Fahrenheit, I’d appreciate it if ya don’t spread that information around.”

“November 12th?” Carlos asked, using his own voice to help commit it to memory. “Alright… got you. And no… of course I won’t tell anyone. Not… especially not if you don’t want me to.” He stirred up the broth with his chopsticks, looking for more noodles. He huffed softly in amusement when he remembered something. “In… back in 1799, um… the first recorded meteor shower was observed in the United States on November 12th. Andrew Ellicott was the guy’s name and… he was sitting on a ship down in what was Florida at the time. I dunno what they call it now… probably ‘underwater’. Heh…”