"Oh no problem! I have list made up, it’s mostly chemicals this time, some tubing as well." She handed him a typed up sheet of requested materials. "You want to meet sometime tomorrow afternoon? It’s not tomorrow till you sleep."
Carlos looked over the list, nodding as he went through it. “I have some extra of most of this stuff. Some we’re not using here, so I can hand it over.” He looked up at her, shrugging. “If you’re not busy, then I’m available. Time is just what we all perceive, even if it isn’t real here.”
"Ah, so you’re Carlos! Nice to finally meet you as well, but you sound like you need sleep. You work hours like me apparently." She chuckled.
"I was only going to pick up some things for the morgue, the city council always sends me here anyway. I just needed to talk to you about some research I’m personally working on, but I can come back some other time…"
"Yeah, I do need some sleep. It’s hard to sleep when there is so much to existence, and how amazing it truly is. I mean, scientifically speaking, we all need to rest and get sleep, but. Yeah. Long hours. Nearly everyday," he replied leaning back in his seat.
"Oh, I see. I can get you what you need for the morgue, and then we could set up a time to meet for the personal research? I’m always up to talk about research. I mean, not literally. I actually have tomorrow. Er. Today and tomorrow off. The team is kicking me out so I can have some rest."
Cute things to call your significant other:
- Fwoofy bear
- Cuddle muffin
- Shmoopy cake
- Killer bee honey bun
- Devourer of hearts
- Reaver of souls
- The genesis of life and the inevitable harbinger of the death of all beings.
((Sorry I haven’t been online.
It’s hard to, you know, roleplay when you got put on suicide watch. I’m fine now. I’m frustrated. I’m mad. And I don’t know where to go from here.
I’m gonna take a couple of days to myself.))
I doodled a thing featuring Carlos and bitty baby birdie!Cecil as described to me by silent-novae
He does the hissy bird thing when Carlos’ scientists try to touch the trail of green feathers hanging out of Carlos’ hair.
edit: PS that’s not a ribbon~
"I saw the light was on and I needed to stop by anyway to pick up some chemicals. I was also kind of looking to talk to someone specific, but I can never catch him. He’s busy as hell."
She shifted her bag on her shoulder. “I’m Marlise. From the morgue. Do you know how I can get in touch with Carlos? I was told he works here.”
Carlos rubbed his eyes for a moment, yawning. “Sorry, I’m really tired. Been working for nearly fifteen hours straight. Hmm?” It sounded like she was looking for him, but you could never assume with the residents of Night Vale.
He listened carefully, watching her movements. “What did you need? And I’m Carlos. I work here. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Marlise.”