[ 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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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.