[ 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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[ 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.