A Smiling Scientist

(More stuff I forget to reblog from the live show...We were in an article...)

Mun did something stupid!

If they had a kid meme

“Ohh...I dunno...I was thinking maybe yellow and oranges...But not too many. I don’t want too many.”

Erin mock gasped as he started to act as if she couldn’t be held up. “Oh dear, what happened to my big strong - ooh!” she laughed as he pulled her close, arms wrapping around his neck. “I know,’ she pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Though I was worried that I might have had to carry you.”

“Don’t count on it, butterscotch. I like carrying you too much to lose my strength.” Karl grins, nuzzling his nose against Erin’s neck before placing a soft kiss there. He carries her down the street, practically skipping because he’s a fucking dork like that.

“Well, I already knew about that, every kid where I come from learns about Egypt, but your ideas are a little archaic aren’t they?”

“Archaic? This is what I mean by open minded...” Seti sighs. “Have you not considered that maybe these things you call ‘archaic’ exist for a reason? Hmmm?”

“Looks like we’ll be ir a pie,” she began before pausing and then smiling at him. “Carry me!” she leapt into his arms bridal style, kissing his cheek. The idea of being carried and him holding her appealed strongly, and that way they wouldn’t be apart for a moment.

“Då går vi~” Karl chuckles, grunting a bit when Erin jumps into his arms. “Augh, you’re so heavy! Too...Weak...” He pretends like he might not be able to hold her up before laughing and pulling her close in his arms. “Just kidding I’m very strong.” Karl smirks.

“I hate that,” she huffed softly before leaning into his touch. Her honey. Yes. She missed his touch, oh, she missed everything about him. “Okay. Let’s go home,” she breathed, pulling him down and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Did you drive?”

“I walked.” Karl smiles and gives Erin a kiss in return. “Did you drive or do you want me to carry you?” The look on his face just suggested that he really wanted to carry Erin home, if not just so that he wouldn’t have to let her go.

“Not very much, since I didn’t study history at all” he shrugged.

“Well, then there is your issue. You’re not open minded enough about mythology.” Seti reaches out to boop Carlos on the nose as if it would prove a point. “In Egyptian mythology, demons were people who never had proper burial. A better word would be hmmm...Spirits? It was considered a disgrace...To not be buried properly. Souls never get weighed, so bad hearted people’s souls remain at large...Another definition would be any great being that is not deity nor man nor king...Other.”

“My bachelors thesis was on Demonology and the effects of differing vessels, I don’t believe it’s me who is mistaken”

“Then maybe we differ in definition...How much do you know about the Egyptian pantheon?”

Carlos shook his head. “Taking people and experimenting on them isn’t reason!” He fumbled as he checked each and every pocket, pulling out his inhaler and shaking it, giving it a good puff once it was shaken. After a few moments, he looked to the other, sighing. “I have anxiety and panic attacks caused by trauma and it gets hard to breathe when I do”

“Well maybe it is...Or at least a good excuse. I’ve never thought about this before...” Their brow scrunches together as Seti starts jotting down some new notes. “I have that.” They gesture to Carlos’s head, meaning the anxiety. “Bt the spray thing doesn’t work for me...”

“Demons can’t speak unless they have a true host that has vocal chords, basic Demonology 101 right there” Carlos replied as scientifically as he could.

“Well that’s just silly! And inaccurate.” Seti laughs. “Your knowledge must be limited...Demons differ between pantheons.”