cecil sat down at his desk in the office.
"hm... who should i call to fuck with today. maybe one of the new interns. hahaha" he said. cecil liked to prank call people before the office management was like "what the fuck are you doing" and told him to stop, but they couldnt control him that much. most of the time.
while cecil was off doing his prank calling stuff, carlos was in his boring lab doing some gay stuff. (( science ))
"hey fucker get me the damn vial of H20 i asked for" carlos said. he was irritated because cecil had stayed up all night with him on the phone trying to get him to go to arbys. carlos was like "um ok not yet tho im doing science :/"
"ok" said carlos's's's's intern. even carlos had an intern, whos name was chuck. chuck wasn't very gay. he was actually pretty nice but carlos was like "ugh" because um why would you go out with a nerd when you had the chance to go out with one of Night Vale's cutest guys ( cecil )
memewhile... at the night vale radio station
"and so we're going to cut to a commercial break here... nice." cecil said. he was like ? because he wasnt sure which commercial to put on. he settled for one boring one and laughed. he liked to put his listeners through an intense regime to keep them in shape for some Cool words.
he was a pretty cool person. cecil was. his middle name was fuckign,,, gershwin and thats a middle name for Cool People. right. i dont know.
"i wonder what carlos is doing... AH. carlos." cecil was pretty gay. all he thought about was weird shit. "WAIT. WHAT IS THAT CAT DOIGN" he thought SUDDENTLY.
running into the bathroom, he smashed the door open. there was the cat,,,, i dont know its name . its like khrushchev or soemthing.
khrushchev meowed. cecil imitated the meowing to the best of his ability... he wasnt very good at meowing with his Suave Voice.
"do you have food khrushchev" cecil said. he wasn't much of a cat person but khrushchev was really fucking cute okay. he was like,,, a cat that floated. how fucking cool is that okay. you just dont... get it.
back to carlos and his boring science shit,,,
"heres your water. why are you so mad" chuck said. he was not trying to be funny, he was just like "why is this guy so mad today. normally he's anxious about that one other dude" but ?
chuck was weird
carlos did one of those smiles thats fake but made it look fake on purpose. he was kind of a bitch when he was tired. but he couldn't help it, and it wasn't even /his/ fault. you kno who was to be blamed ?! maybe cecil. but carlos thought that was wrong because cecil was pretty hot. he sounded hot. yeah.
'what"
"Chuck. Leave. Go do your own science." carlos said calmly. he was done with dealing witht his. but chuck was determined to find out what his boss was mad at.
"boss what is it. are you okay" he said. he was concerned.
"cecil kept me up all night last night dude. he was like 'please love me' and 'please get some curly fries with me tomorrow' or something like that. can you believe it. i mean i really like cecil but sometimes you just dont need to stay up all night with a man like him. you don't WANT to, chuck. please don't stay up all night talking to cecil palmer he is Satan. um. well i mean he actually has some weird chance of being satan. i wouldn't doubt it." carlos rambled on. chuck regreted his question.
carlos forgot that the radio was on so when cecil started talking about his personal life AGAIN, he was like "what"
"oh, yeah i turned that on. i remembered it came on around this time so i thought i'd just... yeah. haha" chuck said.
":/" carlos didnt even say anything. "i heard this guy talking all night, how can he possibly still be so hyper..." he started.
"idk" chuck said. he walked out of the room to start doing other sciency things, so carlos went back to thinking about cecil and what he talked about with him last night.
THE FLASHBACK
"so carlos, after arbys do you wanna come back to the radio station to see khrushchev? i absolutely LOVE khrushchev. don't you? have you guys met? he's a cat. do you liek cats? i don't really like cats but this one? He's the real exception! haha" cecil said. he talked so much and he wasn't really sure what to ask, so he asked different versions of like, the same 2 questions.
"um, cecil i haven't met Khrushchev but he sounds very... um.. nice?" carlos started responding to one of the questions. at this time, it was pretty late in the night, so he was starting to get tired. but cecil sounded the same as ever. he always sounded so nice.
"haha, you sound tired carlos. are you tired? that's bad, and you should feel ashamed. nobody ever gets tired talking to Me." cecil said. his last sentence had that HINT of sadness. :(
"NO. I am not tired. science is never done so therefore i'm never allowed to sleep. ...sleeping is for the weak. heh. hehe." carlos said.
"...? OK." cecil said. he was hesitating in his responses. hopefully carlos could somehow make it through the whole conversation. it probably wouldn't be too long since they'd be on the phone for like, 5 hours. carlos hoped that this call didn't cost money. shit.
"um hey, cecil. do these calls cost money?" carlos said.
"how am i supposed to know?" cecil said.
unhelpful as always. :/
"...thanks" carlos sighed. you'd expect a better answer from someone who had lived here for all of their life.
after like, 6 hours of talking on the phone, cecil said HE needed to sleep. he said it was because he ran a very tight shift. carlos tried to act like he wanted to talk longer, but in reality he was exhausted. he did enjoy talking to cecil, yes, but he was so tired. you understand, right. carlos didn't think that cecil ever got tired, but that was wrong.
FLASHBACK END
carlos felt his phone buzz. he checked it to see a text from cecil.
"please come to arbys after you're done with your science, it is an urgent matter. -cecil, xoxo"
to be CONTINUED ?!