The mayor has yet to announce her resignation, she visited the mail slot this morning. [ His voice is the same smooth, dulcet tone it is on the radio, awake enough to be completely comfortable in his position beside the scientist he'd, to put it in his own words, fallen in love with instantly on his first day here, with his perfect smile, and his perfect hair, and...anyway.
A hand snakes down to cover Carlos', though, fingers lazily twining with his, and he pauses, thinking things over. All seemed to be well in Night Vale this fine morning. ] The neighbors downstairs are having a cult sacrifice tomorrow, so we ought to get some Febreze to ward off the smell.
[ This is said so casually, like it's completely normal. (because it is.) There's a soft chiming noise from across the room, and his Lampet, Wax, floats into the room, casting a spooky purple glow over the covers. That doesn't unsettle Cecil either; in fact, he just settles in a little closer, getting comfortable again. ] Did you sleep well?
Of course she did. [ Scratching at his Growlithe's head absently as he settles there, letting Cecil II flop forward and lean against the side of his neck (but continue staring at Carlos, as he is wont to do), Carlos turns his head again to look up at the ceiling. When he'd come to Night Vale, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to expect. There were a lot of strange reports, and fascinating findings, but he had never known.
Living there was an experience, to be sure.
A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth at Cecil's touch, and he closes his eyes as he tries to keep it from turning into a grimace. That, he'll never get used to. The idea of ritualistic sacrifices was not one that sat well with him, and he'd probably spend the night at the lab instead of in the apartment. At least, until Cecil left the station. ] I'm glad they give everyone advance notice most of the time.
[ Fingers curling absently with his, he looks up at the purple glow that comes from Wax. He's getting used to Cecil's pokémon, for the most part, so he simply hums a soft greeting before answering the question. ] No prophetic dreams, so I'd say so. You?
No prophetic dreams? [ Rolling over a little, he props himself up on his elbows and glances over Carlos, concern on his face. ] Are you feeling alright?
[ Prophetic dreams are the norm, at least for most residents of Night Vale, but Carlos has always been different, and maybe that's one of the most perfect and wonderful things about him.
Wax drifts over his shoulder, looking as concerned as a soul stealing lamp pokemon could possibly look, and stares down at him too. At least it's not the Yamask. ]
[ Unable to hold in a laugh, as Enzo stares at both Cecil and Wax like they've lost their minds (a common look, to be fair), Carlos' smile spreads a bit more and he gives Cecil's fingers a reassuring squeeze. Right, it's not the norm for him but it is for the rest of the Night Vale populace. ] I'm feeling great. Promise. When I have my first official prophetic dream, I'll let you know so that we're better prepared for the future.
[ It's sort of... touching? That the soul stealing lamp that floats above them is apparently also concerned about him-- or at least he thinks Wax is? he can't be sure-- but he tries to offer reassurance for the pokémon, as well.
Even if his own is giving him a vaguely bemused look, where he's letting the purple staring kitten rest against him so that it may better stare at the scientist. ]
Most people have them around when they hit puberty. [ He says so matter of factly, like this is the most absolutely natural thing in the world. Why, Cecil can remember his first prophetic dream, telling the story of how an odd light that smelled faintly of chamomile would one day illuminate his entire house, only to disappear midway through the evening. No one ever said the dreams were useful, mind, and they tended to deal with them silently and with clean sheets.
The squeeze is plenty reassuring and warm, and he smiles again, small and closed mouthed instead of all teeth. Wax seems reassured, maybe, because the Lampent drifts away from him and slides back out of the room. Cecil's pokemon tend to drift and hover more than anything else, actually, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Leaning over, though, he scratches Enzo's head. ] Good morning to you as well.
Unfortunately-- [ Maybe? ] --I experienced puberty prior to arriving in Night Vale. Most individuals I've encountered outside of town don't have prophetic dreams. [ Rather than saying no, you're wrong like he might have when he first arrived, Carlos simply-- and patiently-- explains the differences between what he knew prior to Night Vale, and what he's learned since he arrived in the community.
At this point in his stay, he figures he might as well try to roll with what most people consider to be an average Friday night.
Glad that Wax seems reassured (maybe), and that Cecil is back to smiling (one of his favorites, actually, quiet and at ease and his), he tips his chin down to look at Enzo as he rumbles contentedly with the scratch. Whatever uncertainty he felt towards Cecil is completely dissipated, though Carlos sympathizes with the many strange looks that he winds up shooting at the tattooed man. ] I think we're all in agreement that it's an exceptionally good morning.
Maybe you're just a late bloomer. [ It's hard to tell if that was a joke or not, but he does shift to lay back down again, arm still stretched across Carlos' chest and scratching peacefully at Enzo's head, getting comfortable. He's still dressed--his shirt is wrinkled from laying here like this--but he can't really bring himself to care.
He offers a scratch to Espurr as well, curling back up in a comfortable position, with his cheek resting on Carlos' shoulder, which is pretty much his favorite place in the entire world. From here, it's almost impossible to hear any of the strange noises from around the apartment--Cecil's favorite room in the house is the bedroom, because it's quiet like the studio, and the neighbor's oozings are usually kept to the north side of the apartment. He's got a bowling date with Old Woman Josie tonight, after the show, but otherwise it's set up to be a quiet day, spent with Carlos. All day long. ] Mmmm, a fine morning indeed. A fine day to cancel today.
[ And just going to tuck his face into the other side of his neck. One Cecil on either side. ]
Maybe. [ Almost thoughtfully, he comments and juts his chin out to scratch at morning stubble. He's joking, though Carlos is still trying to get a read on whether Cecil's being serious or not at times like these. Not that it particularly bothers him, considering he's gotten used to Cecil's behavior in general. It's just so oddly normal compared to the rest of what he deals with on a day-to-day basis, even if he found it odd and slightly unsettling at first.
Cecil is, however, still endlessly embarrassing on the air waves.
Tipping his head a little to rest his cheek against the pale hair that makes up the crown of Cecil's head, he examines their hands absently as Enzo continues to make contented noises at the attention he's getting. Cecil II's purrs simply continue, almost echoing in the quiet of the room. Honestly, it's a godsend that most of their neighborly shenanigans tend to occur on the other side of the apartment, because it's a safe space for Carlos to retreat to when it gets too weird.
Which is why he has the desk in here, too, because hiding under that is his safest bet if things get a little too weird. ] Are we cancelling the entire day, or just the daytime day? You mentioned yesterday something with Miss Josie.
[ Ah, there we are. Sandwiched between his Cecils. ]
[ Has Cecil mentioned lately how much he loves his life? Because he does. He loves Carlos, especially, in the mornings and at night and in the forbidden night, even, because he's been in love with him for so long now that sometimes he just can't even imagine not being that way, and sometimes it's hard to think about the fact that it's all real. It's like he's dreaming one of Carlos' non-prophetic ones.
Nuzzling up to his shoulder, he rolls over to offer both of his arms to the pokemon on Carlos' chest, stretched out fully and basically sprawling across his scientist. He does frown a little as he remembers, and nods. ] Just the day. It's Wednesday, after all--the bowling league meets tonight.
But the morning is unnecessary. [ He smiles a little further, and looks up to try and catch Carlos' gaze. ]
[ Strange though his life is now that he's a resident of Night Vale, Carlos wouldn't be able to imagine his life any other way at this point. It's safe and known, compared to what he encounters outside the walls of the apartment, and it's a good place to return to when he finds himself a little overwhelmed with the things that he faces. Cecil, despite his eccentricities and still sometimes bizarre behavior, is safe and known.
Enzo moves without hesitation, winding Carlos a little as he trods on his chest with his bulky paws to drop against Cecil and into his arms. Cecil II is perfectly content to roll with the movement, though winds up tucked into the scientist's neck comfortably instead. ] Then it sounds like the night will be good, too.
[ Angling his head a little, he meets his gaze easily, brows raising the slightest bit. ]
As it should be. [ He has work tonight--the news doesn't simply report itself, after all, and it certainly never sleeps, either. But that's pleasant as always, with no strange voids, sandstorms, and only the floating cat and his kittens in the restroom, the intern of the week, and management humming lowly from behind their door, a sound that'd becoming only slightly terrifying in the time he'd been working here.
But that's news for later tonight. Suddenly, he has an armful of Enzo, and Cecil makes a noise and lets the growlithe fall into his arms, immediately wrapping them around him and starting to scratch the fur around his neck. He glances up from his face full of fur for a second, returns the brow raise, and leans over to plant one him, because come on, it's Carlos. How could you not want to kiss that perfect mouth all the time? ]
Thankfully. [ Well, he likes the idea of having an easy night ahead of him considering the fact that many of his days aren't quite so easy. Being a scientist in Night Vale is a hard task, especially when you're one of the few residents that sees something wrong with the events that happens around you. (He has been called brave, on a handful of occasions, but he's just trying to help the people that also call this place home. And it is home to him, now. A home he'd like to help.)
Enzo settles comfortably against his scientist and newsman easily, keeping out of the way when Cecil moves around because he's observed this often enough. Much as he likes getting his own attention, he's perfectly fine sharing and letting Carlos or Cecil get the limelight. Carlos just smiles, tipping his head up to meet him halfway and return the kiss. After that first kiss, what felt like ages ago, it just became a natural thing. ]
[ There's a second of quiet after the kiss (because even this far into it, every kiss from Carlos is the kind of thing to be savored), Cecil turning his attention to Enzo as he scratches idly at the warmth of his fur. Sometimes he still gets a little nervous, talking around Carlos, because even in all of his perfect imperfections, he's still Carlos, and he eyes him for a second before asking again, almost bashfully. ] So...do you have any plans for the day?
[ Maybe he could say it's Municipal Stay in Bed day. But that's not until late December, anyway, and really, who would celebrate that kind of thing twice a year? ]
[ Resettling as Cecil does, Carlos watches him with his Growlithe, a soft expression on his face. He really should get out of bed at some point, maybe make some breakfast or see if he has any messages from his colleagues. But he's lost for a moment just looking at Cecil, scanning his face and taking in his eyes (all three of them), simply admiring. Perhaps Municipal Stay in Bed day is only once a year, but he wouldn't be particularly adverse to the idea of celebrating it periodically throughout.
Smile growing so that his teeth show, he scratches at Cecil II's head, careful not to touch his ears as Enzo grumbles contentedly-- which should be an oxymoron, but somehow he does it-- and his expression turns mock-thoughtful. ] Well, I think my schedule is mostly cleared, actually.
[ Something in Cecil's face definitely lights up a little--because, success!--and he returns the smile with one of his own, practically spewing hearts at the answer. Definitely what he was hoping for. Even if Carlos says time passes differently here in Night Vale, there's still hours to go before the station beckons, hours to waste here in bed, until hope and eternity and noxious gasses form and reform and the universe keeps moving around them.
Or something like that. Cecil's not the best at keeping track of time and living things. ] Oh?
[ And maybe he sounds a little hopeful at that. Or a lot. ]
[ Some days, he has to wonder if Cecil literally lights up, or perhaps sparkles. But that would be ridiculous, right? Since they met, Carlos is fairly certain that he hasn't displayed any illumination, but with the way Night Vale works who knows. Maybe he could gain the skill, as many people often attain new traits after living here long enough. (He hopes he doesn't.)
Regardless, they could stay in bed, with only one thing to tell them the real passage of time. He'll never get over time in this little "sleepy" burg. ] Mmm.
[ He looks up at the ceiling, then back to Cecil, and tips enough to lean closer to him. ] Yes. Absolutely.
[ He doesn't, or, at least not consciously. Occasionally, his tattoos seem bioluminescent, but, as Cecil often does with his tattoos, he'd just shrug it off and tell Carlos "Oh, yeah, they do that." Kind of like how he didn't remember getting the tattoos in the first place. But they were very well done.
He doesn't bother looking down at the watch on his wrist, because that'll add to the illusion that time is actually passing and he'd like to pretend it isn't, because every second with Carlos is, like, forever.
His hands come up to brush across his cheek, and he leans in to steal another kiss, short sweet. ] Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news--[ Still smiling like a doofus, to be honest. ]--but you have plans, now.
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cecil would have a tumblr tag for carlos full of shit like this
A hand snakes down to cover Carlos', though, fingers lazily twining with his, and he pauses, thinking things over. All seemed to be well in Night Vale this fine morning. ] The neighbors downstairs are having a cult sacrifice tomorrow, so we ought to get some Febreze to ward off the smell.
[ This is said so casually, like it's completely normal. (because it is.) There's a soft chiming noise from across the room, and his Lampet, Wax, floats into the room, casting a spooky purple glow over the covers. That doesn't unsettle Cecil either; in fact, he just settles in a little closer, getting comfortable again. ] Did you sleep well?
Cecil stop being so cute.
Living there was an experience, to be sure.
A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth at Cecil's touch, and he closes his eyes as he tries to keep it from turning into a grimace. That, he'll never get used to. The idea of ritualistic sacrifices was not one that sat well with him, and he'd probably spend the night at the lab instead of in the apartment. At least, until Cecil left the station. ] I'm glad they give everyone advance notice most of the time.
[ Fingers curling absently with his, he looks up at the purple glow that comes from Wax. He's getting used to Cecil's pokémon, for the most part, so he simply hums a soft greeting before answering the question. ] No prophetic dreams, so I'd say so. You?
some would say creepy but ok cute works too ;D
[ Prophetic dreams are the norm, at least for most residents of Night Vale, but Carlos has always been different, and maybe that's one of the most perfect and wonderful things about him.
Wax drifts over his shoulder, looking as concerned as a soul stealing lamp pokemon could possibly look, and stares down at him too.
At least it's not the Yamask.]In Night Vale, that would be considered cute.
[ It's sort of... touching? That the soul stealing lamp that floats above them is apparently also concerned about him-- or at least he thinks Wax is? he can't be sure-- but he tries to offer reassurance for the pokémon, as well.
Even if his own is giving him a vaguely bemused look, where he's letting the purple staring kitten rest against him so that it may better stare at the scientist. ]
.....true (this is a story about you.........)
The squeeze is plenty reassuring and warm, and he smiles again, small and closed mouthed instead of all teeth. Wax seems reassured, maybe, because the Lampent drifts away from him and slides back out of the room. Cecil's pokemon tend to drift and hover more than anything else, actually, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Leaning over, though, he scratches Enzo's head. ] Good morning to you as well.
AHAHA... HAAA...
At this point in his stay, he figures he might as well try to roll with what most people consider to be an average Friday night.
Glad that Wax seems reassured (maybe), and that Cecil is back to smiling (one of his favorites, actually, quiet and at ease and his), he tips his chin down to look at Enzo as he rumbles contentedly with the scratch. Whatever uncertainty he felt towards Cecil is completely dissipated, though Carlos sympathizes with the many strange looks that he winds up shooting at the tattooed man. ] I think we're all in agreement that it's an exceptionally good morning.
8>
He offers a scratch to Espurr as well, curling back up in a comfortable position, with his cheek resting on Carlos' shoulder, which is pretty much his favorite place in the entire world. From here, it's almost impossible to hear any of the strange noises from around the apartment--Cecil's favorite room in the house is the bedroom, because it's quiet like the studio, and the neighbor's oozings are usually kept to the north side of the apartment. He's got a bowling date with Old Woman Josie tonight, after the show, but otherwise it's set up to be a quiet day, spent with Carlos. All day long. ] Mmmm, a fine morning indeed. A fine day to cancel today.
[ And just going to tuck his face into the other side of his neck. One Cecil on either side. ]
sighs
Cecil is, however, still endlessly embarrassing on the air waves.
Tipping his head a little to rest his cheek against the pale hair that makes up the crown of Cecil's head, he examines their hands absently as Enzo continues to make contented noises at the attention he's getting. Cecil II's purrs simply continue, almost echoing in the quiet of the room. Honestly, it's a godsend that most of their neighborly shenanigans tend to occur on the other side of the apartment, because it's a safe space for Carlos to retreat to when it gets too weird.
Which is why he has the desk in here, too, because hiding under that is his safest bet if things get a little too weird. ] Are we cancelling the entire day, or just the daytime day? You mentioned yesterday something with Miss Josie.
[ Ah, there we are. Sandwiched between his Cecils. ]
you love it
Nuzzling up to his shoulder, he rolls over to offer both of his arms to the pokemon on Carlos' chest, stretched out fully and basically sprawling across his scientist. He does frown a little as he remembers, and nods. ] Just the day. It's Wednesday, after all--the bowling league meets tonight.
But the morning is unnecessary. [ He smiles a little further, and looks up to try and catch Carlos' gaze. ]
For some reason.
Enzo moves without hesitation, winding Carlos a little as he trods on his chest with his bulky paws to drop against Cecil and into his arms. Cecil II is perfectly content to roll with the movement, though winds up tucked into the scientist's neck comfortably instead. ] Then it sounds like the night will be good, too.
[ Angling his head a little, he meets his gaze easily, brows raising the slightest bit. ]
♥♥♥
But that's news for later tonight. Suddenly, he has an armful of Enzo, and Cecil makes a noise and lets the growlithe fall into his arms, immediately wrapping them around him and starting to scratch the fur around his neck. He glances up from his face full of fur for a second, returns the brow raise, and leans over to plant one him, because come on, it's Carlos. How could you not want to kiss that perfect mouth all the time? ]
♥
Enzo settles comfortably against his scientist and newsman easily, keeping out of the way when Cecil moves around because he's observed this often enough. Much as he likes getting his own attention, he's perfectly fine sharing and letting Carlos or Cecil get the limelight. Carlos just smiles, tipping his head up to meet him halfway and return the kiss. After that first kiss, what felt like ages ago, it just became a natural thing. ]
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[ Maybe he could say it's Municipal Stay in Bed day. But that's not until late December, anyway, and really, who would celebrate that kind of thing twice a year? ]
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Smile growing so that his teeth show, he scratches at Cecil II's head, careful not to touch his ears as Enzo grumbles contentedly-- which should be an oxymoron, but somehow he does it-- and his expression turns mock-thoughtful. ] Well, I think my schedule is mostly cleared, actually.
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Or something like that. Cecil's not the best at keeping track of time and living things. ] Oh?
[ And maybe he sounds a little hopeful at that. Or a lot. ]
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Regardless, they could stay in bed, with only one thing to tell them the real passage of time. He'll never get over time in this little "sleepy" burg. ] Mmm.
[ He looks up at the ceiling, then back to Cecil, and tips enough to lean closer to him. ] Yes. Absolutely.
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He doesn't bother looking down at the watch on his wrist, because that'll add to the illusion that time is actually passing and he'd like to pretend it isn't, because every second with Carlos is, like, forever.
His hands come up to brush across his cheek, and he leans in to steal another kiss, short sweet. ] Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news--[ Still smiling like a doofus, to be honest. ]--but you have plans, now.