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"How come you never actually talk about the weather?" Carlos asks out of nowhere. Perhaps as a man of science he can't stand unknowns. Perhaps as a man simply he can't stand the silence at all. We'll never really know.
Cecil pauses for a moment, setting down his fork. " Well have you ever thought that I am?"
"No, no, I have never thought that, Cecil." Carlos finishes the last bite of his salad. "Explain in detail. You know I'm a fan of those."
"The songs, the musical notes and the pirouetting voices explain the weather for me. A man singing about waiting for a bus in the rain, lets us know nothing will never get done today. The powers at be won't permit it. The day has been cancelled. Also, it is raining. A song with deep chords and high chirps mean it's a nice day out. Go enjoy the polluted air. Take advantages of the day before it is gone. And try your best to not ingest wheat products, dear listeners!"
Cecil takes a sip from his empty cup. "This is good air. Did you make it just for me?"
"No." Carlos chuckles. "I don't make air period. I can make some carbon dioxide for you in you want though." Carlos gestures towards the cup.
"Suuuure." Cecil remarks not really sure of what Carlos is laughing at.
Cecil shrugs, dismissing any question with the sway of his shoulders and continues talking. "The music explains the whole day, and I make it known for the whole community! My simple words could never transcend and penetrate the hearts of my listeners the way those vibrations do. I think it's the easiest way to express the weather."
"Interesting reasoning." Carlos rests his jaw in his hands. "You know, I had always thought it was because you got bored in the studio. Especially since the weather is the same nearly everyday. It stays a pleasantly hellish 112 degrees. Surely, repeating it so often must get dull."
Cecil laughs and it fills the very empty house as the sound waves ricochet along the walls. Although, it's over exaggerated and rings hollow in Carlos's perfect ears. Carlos knows this insincerity. He's been seeing it a lot lately since they came into town.
"Oooooh, that's crazy." Cecil gives his lover a wink with his third eye. "You know I could never be bored with my job." Cecil grits his teeth and forces a grotesque smile. "StrexCorp® treats all it's employees far too good for that. I must stay productive, always."
Cecil mouths the words. 'The walls have ears.'
Carlos waves his hand as if he was a seventeenth century queen of France. Which is to say he did so with much ease and elegance, but in a manner that screamed I don't give one flying fuck and neither should you.
Carlos smiles to reassure his boyfriend. "Don't worry. This house is so old that it's hard of hearing."
"Oh well if that's the case," Cecil looks around the house to put his mind at ease. It certainly looks old enough to have impaired hearing. "I do it because the interns and me like to have short dance parties while the music plays."
"What?" Carlos barks. Cecil nods with twinkling eyes, and it's then Carlos realizes to just let it be. It all makes sense in Cecil's mind and that's all that really matters. "Dance parties, huh? Sounds fun."
"They most certainly are!" Cecil coos excitedly.
