Carlos x Cecil

ICarlos x Cecil

"Good night, listeners. Good night."
Cecil smiled contently as he finished his latest broadcast. He stood up and stretched calmly, taking off his headset and running his hands through his hair. He strode through the break room, where (Name), now over waiting for him, sat reading an imaginary book, because visible books were still not working properly.
"Good night, (Name)!" Cecil beamed.
She looked up, startled at the interruption. "Oh! G'night, Mr. Palmer. Tell Carlos I said hello!" She drifted off for a moment thinking about Carlos's perfect hair. Cecil chose this moment to leave the station and walk to his car. It seemed like it took just a second to reach Carlos's apartment, probably because time does not and has never existed.
Cecil jogged up the stairs and opened the door to the lab. As usual, Carlos was slumped over his microscope with a slide in his hair. The radio host smiled tenderly and gently worked the scientific equipment out of his beloved's gorgeous locks made up of keratin and perfectness, turned off the microscope and lifted Carlos into his arms. He moved slowly and carefully, avoiding the specimens strewn across the floor. The apartment was just across the hall, so Cecil walked, stroking Carlos's hair as best he could, through the doorway and into the bedroom.
"Mm, what happened to my... Oh, dear." Carlos yawned involuntarily and attempted to lift his head. "Cecil, you shouldn't have. You should ha-" a yawn escaped him, "have left me to drown in that lab. Maybe then I'd learn."
Cecil set him down on the bed and tossed him a set of pajamas. "Nonsense, perfection, I would never let you sleep there after last time."
They both changed sleepily and fell into bed, arms and legs entangled together.