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     if Carlos begs, he might get a glimpse, of what dangers lurk in deeper caverns of Night Vale where he can’t breathe and the hot desert sun can’t reach bright claws down to bake the sand. but that’s not really what he wants from this.

     Carlos treats every member of the community with respect they deserve. But he has to ask about this. it’s part of being a scientist.

     it’s become a pattern in town, he’s noticed, that the people are so drawn by noise.

     he is at the ready, with notebook and writing utensil in hand. his eyes are alight with stars. he is in his element. precise, and accurate questions.

     “so, how exactly do you do the whole ‘luring’ thing?”

     Night Vale shows a non-coincidental amount of struggle, and Carlos has pinned so many things to his boards and the walls and the underside of the chairs in the lab cafeteria. notes on what similarities there are, that he’s picked up on.

     Cecil makes so much of this town, just through words and his own personal input and drive (or maybe that’s just Carlos thinking, mixing personal and scientific reason together in one for the softer idea). and, he has called rallies out to beat down whatever strife the place comes to.

     and it works.

     and that is just fascinating.

     so surely, with this newfound knowledge, he can add a little more to this psychoacoustic puzzle through this. surely.

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     too many nights and too much overtime, dulling rings beneath his eyes from the past few days of adding note upon note and etching out the negatives and listing the positives and it has something to do with those new streetlamps they put up near the opera house. he just hasn’t figured out what yet, but he will. 

     luckily Cecil holds him somehow to reality, where it makes sense and things have a reason behind their madness. he thanks whatever fates in their slinking black vans let him have this little piece of reassuring constant.

     Carlos didn’t have the time to swap from business to casual wear. his usual off-hours lab coat is stuffed into a duffel bag in the back seat. Cecil won’t mind too much meeting him after work all-business like this, really. surprise or no. the scientist is all grins on the hood of his hybrid.

     “hey sweety! i just finished collecting a few more notes on the traffic lights up town — and i know  i’ve been working late recently, i thought maybe we could pick up something a little different for dinner tonight, just to make up for all of it?”