[ It's another regular Tuesday here in Night Vale, where the birds are screaming, the hooded figures are lurking, and the gravity is questionable at best, and Cecil is going about it like he always does. The intern of the week, Suzie, made a ridiculously good cup of coffee, the news floated an inch or so off his desk, and Cecil gave his report as he usually did, choosing the weather from an extensive list beside his desk. It was then that he checked his phone, talked to the interns, left to pet Khoshekh, and of course, texted Carlos about dinner. He wasn't expecting him to be home, honestly--the scientist did tend to get caught up in his science, and he did often forget himself in his work, even if he said it was because the clocks didn't work. It was endearing in his imperfections, even if sometimes it was terrible to come home to an empty apartment.
But that's okay. Cecil finishes his broadcast with his usual sign off--goodnight, Night Vale, goodnight--and clicks the on air sign off, stretching and pushing away from his desk. But before he can properly get disconnected, the bell over the front door rings, and Cecil catches a sight of perfect black hair through the window, and in his haste to get out the door, he gets jerked back by his headphones. A little flustered, he fumbles to get the headphones off of his head and shuts the door to the recording studio, brightening at the sight of Carlos, that still makes his heart sing the way it did the very first day. (And in a very nice C major chord, too.) ]
[ Holding the door open as the bell rings, Carlos greets one of the numerous interns as they go walking out, mentally wishing them the best and hoping that they make it through the week. He gets a cheerful goodnight in return, though it feels a little off to him. For a moment he mulls over it, but then his attention snaps away as he comes into the building proper, hearing a muffled jolt that comes with Cecil getting himself caught on his headphones somehow. He misses it, at least, but still feels a little humored that even the great and loved radio jockey has his moments, too.
A smile curls across his expression, small but warm, and he brings his hand up almost sheepishly to rub at the back of his head, tousling his hair. (He needs to get a trim, but that requires sitting Cecil down and telling him in advance about it. By the time he manages to reassure his boyfriend that he won't get it shorn like he did last year, it'll be long enough to really warrant it.) He knows how bad he can get about his work, but ever since Cecil first gave him the hurt yet understanding look when he'd finally called him on it he's been trying to be a little better about it. ]
Well, I figured I would come and meet you, now that the show's over.
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But that's okay. Cecil finishes his broadcast with his usual sign off--goodnight, Night Vale, goodnight--and clicks the on air sign off, stretching and pushing away from his desk. But before he can properly get disconnected, the bell over the front door rings, and Cecil catches a sight of perfect black hair through the window, and in his haste to get out the door, he gets jerked back by his headphones. A little flustered, he fumbles to get the headphones off of his head and shuts the door to the recording studio, brightening at the sight of Carlos, that still makes his heart sing the way it did the very first day. (And in a very nice C major chord, too.) ]
Carlos! What a pleasant surprise!
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A smile curls across his expression, small but warm, and he brings his hand up almost sheepishly to rub at the back of his head, tousling his hair. (He needs to get a trim, but that requires sitting Cecil down and telling him in advance about it. By the time he manages to reassure his boyfriend that he won't get it shorn like he did last year, it'll be long enough to really warrant it.) He knows how bad he can get about his work, but ever since Cecil first gave him the hurt yet understanding look when he'd finally called him on it he's been trying to be a little better about it. ]
Well, I figured I would come and meet you, now that the show's over.