favorite song?
Anonymous

 ° ;;       [ 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." 

how's being in the middle of nowhere pal?
Anonymous

 ° ;;       [ 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." 

carlos, what's your favorite experiment you've done in night vale?
Anonymous

 ° ;;        “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. ]

omfg yo uare really cute
Anonymous

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// staaaahhhhhp //

The teenager beams proudly, clasping her hands behind her back and rocking forward on the balls of her feet, saying, "So I tried to replicate one of your experiments and it was a huge success!" She glanced away and hastily added in a single breath, "And I may have blown the door off my locker so the principal will speak to you about that.."
Anonymous

                                                    ° ;;       [ 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.”

The little girl stands by to the kitchen counter next to him, her big eyes even wider than usual and a large smile stretching across her round face as she tries to balance on the balls of her feet for a better look. ❝ Can I help, Daddy? ❞
Anonymous

                                                        ° ;;      [ 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. ]

How do you feel about your muffin? Would you like someone to butter your muffin?
Anonymous

                                          ° ;;      [ He takes off his glasses in order to pinch

                                                       the bridge of his nose.

                                                      Yep. That fed up. ]

                                                                       "Go away. Leave. Poof, be gone.“ 

Hey Carlos? How do you feel about your boyfriend turning into an even more perfect version of himself named Kevin?
Anonymous

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                     ° ;;      “Let’s not and say we did.” 

Hey Carlos? How do you feel about your boyfriend turning into a lizard?
Anonymous

                       ° ;;      [ 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.”  

✖ ☩ ☾ ✄
Anonymous

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.