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Due to the ridiculous immaturity that is the nature of young people ‘SJB’ing; This account and notimenightvale are going into hiatus for an undisclosed amount of time.

When everyone’s done being overzealous hypocrites (attacking people for either typical or atypical traits of FICTIONAL BEINGS), maybe I will return.

Goodbye and goodnight, friends.

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And then this happened.

With the mere moving of a hyphen, mischief was made this eve.

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I officially have no life and I don’t mind.

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Slow moving. Slowly. Slow seemed to not spark any aggression. That was good. Very good.

Carlos swallowed hard around the nervous knot that'd formed in his windpipe. He could be brave, but he tended to err toward the side of reason.  Right now he was just plan slightly more than mildly terrified of where he was.

Particularly after meeting his own double from Bluffs.

"Afraid not. I don't live here I sort of wandered in and plan to wander right back out if you don't mind."

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Ooooh no. He wandered from the desert limits of Night Vale and into Desert Bluffs again didn't he?

"Doesn't look so good for you." He tried to sound chipper even for the negative connotation to the wording. Very slowly taking steps to vacate the area.

Why would he want to stay here??? No one would.

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Post re-education, Kevin was even more of an unpleasant mess to look at than before. One eye was still swollen shut, and every time he smiled, the gaps in his pointed teeth were more than a little obvious.

That didn’t, however, stop him from presenting this unfamiliar man with a smile all the same. There was no excuse for not being polite and friendly, after all. Absolutely none.

"Well, good afternoon! It sure is a wonderful day we’re having, isn’t it?"

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He lived in Night Vale. If someone's palm didn't try to EAT his hand at least every other week then he knew he hadn't visited Old Man George recently. Cold was odd, but not enough to give him the willies--anymore.

Carlos made a little face about where he was and lifted the clipboard to pressed it to his forehead. "No, I was testing an anomaly in the desert town I live in now and ended up here when I attempted to walk through the anomaly." He blew out a breath and lowered the clipboard again to tuck under his arm. Patting pockets to be sure he had his wallet with him. He did. In his pant pocket. Good.

"Where's the nearest airport?"

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Hope you like icy hands, Carlos, because Abel’s were cold as death.

"A while away from New York City," he explained. Currently, he was staying with his brother who lived near the Big Apple and had gone out for a walk. "Were you headed somewhere specific?"

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Carlos, the scientist (that's very important to some people that radio host), reached to take the hand and shake it firmly. Smiling a moment. Friendly. Polite.

"I--" He didn't actually know. He stepped away from Abel a moment to walk backwards and retrace his steps with a mental count until he stopped, looked around again, wrote down a note on the clipboard in hand, then addressed Abel again. "I am lost. Where am I?" 

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Oop the stranger was cute. Abel straightened his hair out a little and offered a polite, charming smile. 

"Are you lost?" he asked, figuring the startled tone in his voice might have been due to the other man suddenly realizing he’d wandered off somewhere unfamiliar.

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"Uhm, hello?" Bleatedly spoken because he might have been a little startled and confused. Momentarily. Like someone turning a light on you in a dark spot.

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Hm? Hi. c:

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I think i'm confident enough to follow people back, maybe. But i probably wouldn't do starters because there is way too many of you.

If you want to make a starter, go ahead. Otherwise you're just going to have to poke in other ways to rp with me.

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I’m overly certain to purify everything, I don’t even trust it myself. Simply because I live in Desert Bluffs doens’t mean I don’t make sure most things are out of my food.

[Tired face.] Do you have wheat and wheat-by-product.

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I would’ve offered some of my own food, but eh, I’m sorry all the same.

I'm not sure your food would be more trustworthy than Arby's given your location.

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I’m not surprised. Corporation meal houses tend to end up leaving a rotten feeling in your gut for the following day or two.

I didn't have time to cook. Or the energy. Corporation food was the method of choice for calories. Requires no prep.

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My stomach seems to want to rebel against last night's Arby's.

Ugh.

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[His own brows went up before he reached up and pulled the ridiculously tall angel down by shoulders to have a look. Curiosity is what makes a scientist.]

Oh, wow. That's an unusual dentition. Gives the impression of meat eating diet.

[He released the shoulders. Mentally scribbling down notes in the back of his head for later.]

[He gave a snort and smoothed his hair back out about as much as he could smooth it out with his fingers.]

You’ve got some interesting teeth there.

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[He gave a snort and smoothed his hair back out about as much as he could smooth it out with his fingers.]

You've got some interesting teeth there.

-He rubbed his cheek on Carlos’ head a moment then he stopped and pat his head. Then smiled like it was completely normal. And smiles didn’t really work at his face. At all.-

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[What was he even supposed to do about that? I mean, really? So he just held onto the hands to hold himself up a little and keep the pressure off his neck when he'd been pulled over and. This was a little bit weird and awkward, but it was an angel. He couldn't expect too many normal recognizable behaviors.

He sighed lightly and put up with the treatment. Didn't seem to be hurting him any.]

[Puffer fish face in effect. Why, Erika? You’re weird too. Man. He reached up to try and lightly pry his face out of the squish.]

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[Puffer fish face in effect. Why, Erika? You're weird too. Man. He reached up to try and lightly pry his face out of the squish.]

[The part where Erika would stop fussing the dumb.]