AN: Part two because why not?
The song She Blinded Me with Science by Thomas Dolby is referenced. I don't claim ownership of the lyrics nor the characters of WTNV.
"Am I supposed to be here?" Innocent Carlos asks. His finger nervously wrap around one and other.
Cecil waves his hand at him horizontally then shakes his head up and down. Carlos is very confused as to whether this means yes or no. Is he surprised that he got such an answer from the man who answered 'tralse' to every trivia question he asked him? No, no he is not. Carlos should have known better.
"What if station management walks by?"
Cecil's face turns grim for a minute then he promptly shrugs his shoulders.
"Hide." The blond mouths and then points to table.
"Hide? Cecil!" The tan man lectures his boyfriend in one word.
Cecil pouts his lips.
"I thought I was coming here to discuss our findings, or to explain something scientific to the listeners."
The blond shakes his head and gives his boyfriend the puppy-eyed look. It works even better when you have three eyes, poor Carlos never stood a chance.
"Well..." Carlos tries to comfort himself and rests his hands on his head. "I guess that worked last time." The whole idea of this still leaves a sick feeling in his stomach. There's so many unknown variables to consider here. So much potential energy for things to go wrong, terribly, terribly wrong. He really shouldnt be here. There's work to be done at the lab.
Cecil's feathery voice rings across the radio station.
"Now dear listeners, I bring you a special Weather, a throwback. This is one is dedicated to science."
Cecil steps away from his microphone and slides a hand through his gelled hair.
The synthpop music starts to play both in the radio booth and on air.
"It's poetry in motion. She turned her tender eyes to me." The speakers boom.
The man starts to sing along and snaps his fingers to the beat as best as he can.
"Cecil?" Carlos cocks his head the the left and stares quizzically at the radio host.
"¿Quisiera bailar conmigo?" Asks Cecil, trying his best to sound authentic.
"I don't actually speak Spanish, Cecil."
"Caaarloos," The average man purrs at his boyfriend. "It's tiiimee to dance." The neither fat or slim man makes his way towards Carlos.
"As deep as any ocean. As sweet as any harmony, Mmm-" The lyrics reverberate around the room.
"Oh no, no, really" Carlos shakes his head adamantly. "I don't need to dance. I'm a scientist. Scientist don't dance well. It's been proven over and over again..."
"Scientifically proven?" Asks the blond now swaying his hips to the music.
"Ugh, yes?" Lies Carlos.
"Well..." Cecil smirks leaning closely into man with the most beautiful curls in existence. "even I know that for something to be proven scientifically, you have to test it over and over again." Cecil's words tickle Carlos skin.
"And it only takes one time to be disproven to blow away the whole darn theory." Cecil blows air on his boyfriend's ear. "I intend to do a little research for myself."
Carlos starts to blush.
"But she blinded me with science. 'She blinded me with science!'"
Cecil seizes this moment.
"You've blinded me with science, my dear scientist."
"And failed me in biology!" The song continues.
"Oh dear, don't do that." Cecil says flatly. His crinkled brow shows the stress that just the thought reflecting back on college days.
They both laugh at that and Cecil grabs onto his partner's hand. Carlos stares at his boyfriend for a minute then eventually gives in. The couple dance to the wacky beat, and Carlos struggles to find a rhythm. Cecil is more than happy to guide him though. By the time the last chorus rings through their ears, Carlos is able to boogie down his boyfriend.
When the song finishes the couple are caught in a daze.
Carlos adjusts his glasses. "Cecil to be honest, I think you're the real poetry in motion here."
Cecil for the first time perhaps ever in his life is at a lost for words. Cecil plunges into his boyfriend and kisses his fiercely.
Just then Maureen comes in with coffee. A small blush crosses her face and she promptly turns around.
Cecil breaks the kiss.
"Mhhh, Maureen, thanks for getting this coffee. You're back earlier than I expected though." Cecil is smiling at the young girl, but his third eye is strangely glaring at her.
"I can see that." She crosses her arms, a bemused smile playing on her lips.
"Now, I need you to go clean Khoshekh litter box."
"Seriously?" She wines.
"Very seriously." His smile broadens. "Thanks!"
Carlos tugs on Cecil arm. "Umm... Cecil."
Cecil turns to his lover. "Yes, my brilliant scientist?"
Cecil blushes and runs to his hair.
"Sorry for the delay dear listeners, I had attend to some very important business here in the station. But now, I'm back..."
Carlos takes a seat next to Cecil laying his hand onto of Cecil's.
"Thanks for doing this." Carlos whisperers, trying his best to make sure his voice wont be picked up on air.
Cecil shakes his head, grinning ear to ear literally and interlocks his fingers with Carlos.