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[pours water back and forth between beakers] im a sciencer

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Cecil doesn't like to be told of what he doesn't know or remember. He reacts in anger or tries to change the subject.

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((son of a bitch i knew that Earl sounded familiar))

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((Oh well that's awkward.

If you've tagged me in the last 3 days mind telling me? My tag broke.))

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My muse died. Your watched them die and watched them get buried. Three months later, your muse sees mine alive at a gas station and they greet you. How does your muse react?

mynameisnotshezza (if you want to)

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Cecil watched him curiously, before shaking his head. "No, I don't think I do." He remembered everything he needed to know, about his job and about his town. He was the voice of Night Vale and he needed to be that until he couldn't be. "Not right now, anyway."

Carlos shook his head as he started to gather food out of the fridge. "It's alright, we'll get though this; just like we always do. Now, do you have any questions about me, the town, anything that you can't remember?"

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Cecil wasn't gone for long, and he came back with bags along his arm and a smile on his face. Though he looked very curious once he looked at Khoshekh. "I was wondering how long you might be here. Will this be permanent? I would have to ask Carlos when he returns what he thinks about this. I bet this can be explained by science."

"I’ll walk myself away from here."

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Cecil frowned, not sure he liked that. “Well, I suppose you can walk around now. I think you should stay though, you’re still welcome in my home.”

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Cecil immediately let go of the mirror, stumbling back from the surprise of Carlos coming in. He glanced at him, having the decency to look sheepish. He still had the urging need to take off the mirror and it took only a few seconds for his eyes to go from Carlos to the mirror.  "It's already hurt me Carlos. I want it off!" The reporter didn't mean to raise his voice, but he had a a sense of urgency about him.

๓เгг๏гє๔ ; tђєร๏๏tђเภﻮש๏เςє๏Ŧภเﻮђtשคlє

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"No." Cecil called back after a moment, being honest. His stomach was just uneasy as he tried to figure out what to do with this mirror. Tools had only just been made legal again and he had thrown his tools out once they were illegal. He hadn't gotten anymore lately, mostly because he didn't think he needed them.

The reporter frowned, moving forward and pulling on the edge as hard as he could.

๓เгг๏гє๔ ; tђєร๏๏tђเภﻮש๏เςє๏Ŧภเﻮђtשคlє

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Send outrageous rumors to my muse and see their reaction!

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Top 5 newsies

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(ovaries exploding in the background)

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"Interesting." Cecil mused, watching the man in front of him. "How long have you been here? Do you like it better at this time then from where you are?" He didn't mean to jump into the questioning, it was just what he did.

"God ye’ people from the future sure lose are slang’s.." Joseph said sighing deeply. "It’s means don’t do anythin’ stupid…."

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Your muse just walked in on mine holding a newborn baby. How does yours react?

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Cecil hung up after Earl's agreement and frowned slightly. Should he look nice? He was the one conducting the interview, so he might have to wear something slightly better then usual. He'd wear his second best furry pants and a nice shirt.

"Excellent!" Cecil was beaming. "Would you like to meet up at Ralph’s? We can have dinner and talk about it. Let’s say, around five?" The reporter was already putting it down, since he had been rather forgetful lately.

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As soon as Carlos left the bedroom, Cecil stood and hobbled to the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom. The first thing he did was throw the sheet over the mirror, noting that there was a hole in the middle before he didn't see anything.

He didn't know why he took the sheet off the mirror. Carlos had made an offhand comment on how he looked today and he wanted to see himself. He couldn't remember the last time he had and thought that just a peek wouldn't hurt.

The reporter pulled at an edge of the mirror, but it wouldn't come off. Screwed to the wall.

Cecil refused for the panic to get to him, and started to think of logical ways to get rid of the mirror.

๓เгг๏гє๔ ; tђєร๏๏tђเภﻮש๏เςє๏Ŧภเﻮђtשคlє

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Cecil's face fell, and he was glad that Carlos couldn't see it. Did his words mean that he didn't want him to call anymore? What if neither of them called for days on end because they never had anything to say? Will they just never talk again?

Carlos seemed to read his mind, and he was glad about that because he didn't even know what to say. "I like to talk to you." The reporter said quickly. "I just... I just miss you. I miss you being here with me."

The Inevitable Falling-Out [open to cecils]