the scientist.

[ A fair bargain. He doesn't mind cooking for Cecil, anyway. ]

Inspired by a post ;7; OOC? idk :”D  

[ But the fondness and warmth dies off quickly the more Carlos goes on. His mouth already feels bitter from the lie he’s about to tell. But really? He’s dating one of the non-Halloween people? How did Cecil not realize this sooner? ]

"I don't want to get in the way of your fun---."

[ After all, it's clear Cecil likes Halloween. There's no reason he can't enjoy it, he just shouldn't expect Carlos to take part. ]

The softest rustle of the Night Vale Daily Journal fills the still quiet of the room as Cecil checks over the latest news stories, absently grinning to himself all the while.  A creak of floorboards. Footsteps. Coming ever closer, nearer still. He tosses the flimsy newsprint from his hands and scrambles behind the couch, breath constricted in his throat.  Hand clasped over his mouth, he peeks over the back, catching glimpse of no one else but his significant other and being filled with utter dread at the sight of beautiful, perfect Carlos. 

It's been a long day: somewhat slow in the way way of ground breaking scientific discoveries, yet there had been a generous amount of disappointed looks from trick-or-treaters when they realise that there was no candy.

[ The sound of crumpling paper fills the air as he deposits the bags of groceries and assorted Halloween sundries onto the counter. ]  "But get this. Soft. Meat. Crowns. I honestly thought I would pass out from the shock. It does do my heart good seeing the a return to old Night Vale traditions though.”

     [ He let's out a chuckle at the thought, before turning his gaze to the collection of Halloween goodies laid out before him. ]

          "---- Ah."

     [ There's a brief pause, in which Carlos eyes the decoration carefully. Of course Cecil would be a fan of Halloween. This is going to be -- an uncomfortable conversation. Though he offers a small smile, anyway. ]

STOP BEING CUTE OH MY GOD