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 Santiago didn’t know what to make of this town, or the man on the radio who talked about ‘the strange scientist with the perfect hair’. It was a little uncomfortable, if he was being honest with himself. He had to go talk to that same radio host now; Strex wouldn’t want to acquire a small town if everyone in it was turned into (or revealed to be) sentient piles of ants. Santiago was uncomfortably aware that nearly everyone in Desert Bluffs listened to the local radio show, so this was how to get information back.

An intern showed him to the broadcast booth, indicating the lit “On Air” sign. “I’d wait a moment, if I was you,” she suggested, before giving him a bright smile and leaving him there alone. Santiago waited a full fifteen seconds before tapping lightly on the glass. After all, what he had to say could be said on air.

♠ for a kissthat leaves a mark on the skin✄ for hatefulkiss — gonna make you feel the scorn okay?!

Santiago had never felt hatred –except for those Strex said to hate. Hatred was something that other peoplefelt. It was a weak emotion, one that decreased productivity. So it couldn’t behatred that he felt when Kevin gave him that cool, polite smile and said, “ButDoctor Vasquez, we are on air! I’m afraid I must ask you to leave.”

Not hatred for those empty blackeyes, not hatred for their contrast with the warm brown eyes that he had firstseen in Kevin’s face. Santiago’s smile twisted bitterly, but his voice wasnearly cloying when he cooed, “This is an important scientific breakthrough,Kevin. The people deserve to know!”

“Oh, Santiago!” Kevin’s laugh was cheerful, not at all bitter, and thescientist felt his heart do a somersault. “That’s what Intern Vanessa is herefor! To take notes on events like picnics, horrible catastrophes, andscientific discoveries – I’m afraid I just don’t have the time!”

“Oh, but Kevin –” Santiagopaused, giving the radio host his most charming smile. “I’m sure there’s plentyof time, if you’re willing to cut to – The Weather?”

There was a spark of – hatred?bloodlust? –  in Kevin’s empty eyes whenthe soft sound of the day’s weather rang out, and he pulled his headphones offbefore spinning his chair to face the scientist, seemingly serene. “How can I help you, doctor?”

Santiago took a deep breath,counting the beat of his heart to keep from lashing out and sinking his nailsinto Kevin’s neck. It wouldn’t do for them both to be angry – there weren’tenough scarves in Desert Bluffs to cover the marks that would leave.

“I wanted tell you that we’vediscovered a way for biomechs to replace their body parts themselves – a ideathat will save Strexcorp millions in upkeep –” Santiago could feel thepull of science, joy and excitement threatening to overwhelm his (absolutelyStrex-allowed) anger at Kevin. He leaned forward, hands on the armrests ofKevin’s chair. The blood was definitely going to dry sticky on his skin. “– butthat’s not what you asked, Kev.” He clicked his tongue, to chide the other man.“For a radio host, you are socareless with your words.”

He pressed his lips againstKevin’s, kissing gently at first. He felt Kevin freeze up under him and waiteda moment more before nipping at Kevin’s bottom lip, even that light scratchdrawing some blood. Kevin made a noise that didn’t sound entirely pained, andSantiago pressed his advantage, leaning into the kiss and pushing Kevin backinto the chair, taking the stolen moment for what it was – an exception.

He bit hard at Kevin’s lipsbefore pulling away, noting with pleasure the neat puncture wounds left by histeeth. Mine, they said clearly. Andif Kevin wouldn’t like them, well. Santiago adjusted the scarf hiding thebruises on his throat. Kevin would handle it.

“You should get back to yourshow, mi amor,” he murmured. Despite his pretend composure, he was breathingout of tempo – and so was Kevin, although Santiago didn’t assume that wasanything but rage. “The Weather is almost over.”

He leaned in and pressed a kissto Kevin’s jawline, and he dragged his fangs along the man’s jugular – hardenough to leave a visible scratch – even as he felt Kevin’s claws sink into hisneck in turn. He choked out a laugh as he was shoved backwards.

“Leave, Santiago.” Kevin blinked a few times at the man in hisstudio as his mood suppressors kicked in. “Please, doctor – we’re about to beon air!” he continued, more cheerfully. Santiago turned on his heel and leftthe station, hearing the words behind him:

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How am I portraying my character? Thoughts? Leave them in the ask!

(Thank you. :’3 I always find it interesting to hear a perspective from outside the SR fandom. :’D And I’m glad the amount of work I put into him is noticeable. ;w; I put so much work into him it’s nice to know it’s worth my time.

((looks great! c:))

{   He should have seen him coming. Shouldn’t have left his phone, should have gone back for     it sooner. He’d heard a voice from the doorway, bright and cheery, and his stomach dropped.     Shit. So he returned to the front room, armed with a crowbar behind his back, eyes wide. Him.     He looked like he’d just hung up Carlos’s phone, and the scientist stepped into sight.   }