° ;; [ A pause.
Carlos reflected on his taste in music
and what he knows he has picked up from close to
two years of listening to Cecil’s weather segments. ]
“I have to say since moving to Night Vale, it’s actually changed.
I would have to, at the very least, one of my favorites is Frank Sinatra
from the band Cake."
° ;; [ Why, that is a completely unamused expression
across the scientist’s face. ]
“I think I’d rather be home, at this point.
Wherever the universe thinks my home is."
° ;; “Up until well, y'know, being trapped behind them.
The doors were a fascinating discovery.
With conjoining to entirely separate universes,
both with their own residents and such."
[ Part of him still considers the doors to be scientifically interesting,
despite his current situation. ]

// staaaahhhhhp //
° ;; [ Was that the hint of a smile? Oh, it was.
Though, she shouldn’t doing those types of
experiments while at school.
His lab was a much better place for that.
Plus, he really couldn’t chastise her for
something he did at her age. ]
“I am extremely proud of you,
but destroying school property is a
little over the line.
We’ll talk about this more when your
Dad gets home from work.”
° ;; [ Since she was able to walk, the scientist
became quickly accustom to the little girl
standing at his side in the kitchen,
always willing to help him cook. ]
“I think I could use a hand, mi querdio.”
[ He’s quick to pick her and place her on
the counter with a kiss to her cheek.
It’s much easier than having her stand
on her toes the entire time. ]
° ;; [ He takes off his glasses in order to pinch
the bridge of his nose.
Yep. That fed up. ]
"Go away. Leave. Poof, be gone.“

° ;; “Let’s not and say we did.”
° ;; [ A pause as he pulls the goggles from over his glasses,
settling them onto his as the question mulls around. ]
”Well, it’s certainly something new for me.
Even with the realms of exactly how it’s possible for him
to change without seemingly any repercussions, I ”
[ An abashed smile appears, the scientist realizing
he was far ahead of himself and the question at hand. ]
“I love him either way.
Whether, he’s curled to my shoulder as him
or as a reptile.”
headcanon asks
✖ for a tattoo headcanon (one they have or one they want):
After admiring Cecil’s for a while, Carlos has had the idea of getting
one of his own. He’s pretty fond of the idea of getting a tattoo of
a certain someone’s voice in a sound wave.
☩ for a bedroom headcanon:
The bed room nowadays is a little cramped, seeing as it’s two
people living in it. It’s a little messy and cluttered.
Kind of really cluttered.
☾ for a sleeping headcanon:
Carlos has become much more of a light sleeper recently.
Well, at least since moving to Night Vale.
✄ for a drunken headcanon:
An incredibly loving drunk. He turns into the person who ends
explaining things to you all with great enthusiasm and hugs.
