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ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪꜱᴛ!
( I ) Ghost of #ᴇʟᴇɴᴅɪʟ.
( II ) Carlos the scientist
( III ) WTNV (and related fandoms) RP
( IV ) mature and potentially triggering subjects
( V ) RT & ♡ ?
A playful slap against @thevoice_ofnv's shoulder.
"You forgot me! You fully-- forgot me!" Even if he is not the other's Carlos, and even if Cecil is not ( Carlos' ), it doesn't matter. He's here and so he's going to be huffy.
"Thank you."
He beams at Cecil. It's that all out smile he only gives to two things in the world: science and Cecil. He takes Cecil's hand in his, squeezes it softly, and then hums contently at the idea of cooking.
"AND! That means we get to go buy groceries! You +
Thank you! I ... don't know how I ended up here.
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Hmm, definitely from Night Vale, then. And it's this tiny town in America, I hadn't heard of it either. Well, before I arrived there, anyway.
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Originally? Or where do I live at the moment? 'Cause I live in Night Vale, I'm married to Cecil Palmer, their local radio host.
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I wanted to apologise for making you uncomfortable and making you sneeze.
[ Shake, shake! And then he lets go again. ]
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[ He immediately holds a hand out to Tim, in a way that makes it seem like a very practiced move. ]
Yes. Uhm. You're not the only one. My husband probably chief among them.
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Nor-- oh. Yeah. No longer got the Smiling God in my head, don't worry about it.
[ He looks a little upset that that was the version of him that Tim met first. ]
I'm sorry if I upset you...
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[ He beams at the other, his smile a lot more genuine and a lot less .... weird than before. ]
Oh, she wanted to know what I'd done while I was, y'know, brainwashed, and I told her that somehow I'd gotten to London and she was ( very ) jealous.
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Sorry, I was just telling Nilanjana about you and the archives!
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"Yes to dinner, yes to finding the notebook, no to talking to Kevin. I've ... talked to him. Since, I mean. We're ... we're good."
He forces a little smile, but he means it when he says that he doesn't want Cecil to talk to Kevin. He doesn't see a point in it, since +
it'll only upset everyone involved and he doesn't want Cecil (nor Kevin) upset.
"Though-- I could cook? Would be healthier than anything the diner could make, and it's not as if we're going to get into Tourniquet." Pause. "That still exists, right? That wasn't burned down or +
✧ — Carlos, the scientist retweeted
seemo.xn--sei very important that we all know carlos has been drawn in his rich romanian heiress fit from him spitballing ideas for the mystery dinner theatre <3 credit to therealraewest on tumblr!!!
There's a little note for @thevoice_ofnv, delivered by the notebook.
'Hi. I love you. x'
Eagerly, he walks out with Cecil, willingly going just about anywhere that Cecil needs him in order to help him.
"Oh, uhm. Yes. I've... forgotten a lot about my life, I've only just remembered our wedding, and Kevin got his hands on me early on and— took me to Desert Bluffs.+