callawaycarl:

[Brightens up at the feeling of fingers in his hair, eyes darting to his face with a small grin as he leans in for the peck.] Hm—♥ [Curls his own fingers into Louis’s hair with an affectionate giggle, letting go for him to get up and hesitating to move, himself.] I— well, I don’t go to any other doctors! I guess he’d be the one to go to. [Purses his lips before breaking into a coy grin.] Not unless it’s your form of doctoring.

[Giggles mischievously, grabbing onto the edge of the desk and hoisting himself up - pausing with a light shake of his head at the dizziness spinning him when he does, settling back against the desk.] Ah—… … right, anyways, we could— go and see the cafe for now, too, and how far they’ve gotten with it~!♪ [Grins up at him, adding a happy shrug of his shoulders.] I promise not to get too in the way this time, at least—!

[Eyebrows dart up at the mention of doctoring, chuckling happily as he shrugs off his lab coat— hanging it on a coat rack next to his desk. Returns the coy smile with an affectionate look of his own, tutting in mock disapproval.] Come now, love— I can’t quite make the diagnosis you’re looking for, hmm..? ♪ My talents are a bit more— ah, specialized. Hmhm! ♥

Ah— [Frowns again, slipping an arm around Carl’s waist to steady him as he looks a bit dizzy - before letting go once he seems more sure of his footing. Nods, the smile returning as he heads for the door.] Worth the trip, then! I could start planning out the electrical situation as well— give me a moment to get the horse ready, then? ♪ Won’t be a minute!

(Source: its-not-a-death-ray)

callawaycarl:

[Sighs and looks down, nodding slowly and gnawing on his bottom lip as if he were disappointed with that response.] Hm… [Looks back to him with a weak smile, nodding.] I’m sure as I could be, but, I mean— I don’t have any tests or— [Rubs his cheek awkwardly.] Or much else to go on, but— but I don’t see why else… [Sighs, drooping like a withering plant with his pout.] I wouldn’t think it if it weren’t something I was already— you know, sorta— [Blinks, fumbling with the right word.] Expecting something—

[Eyebrows draw together in concern at the droopy response— and Louis sighs, frowning.] Hrm.. alright then. [Shifts his fingers into Carl’s short crop of curls, pulling him closer in order to plant a quick kiss on his forehead.] We have the carriage for the next few weeks, so it makes no sense to have it and not use it.

[Climbs to his feet, dusting himself off and shuffling the cardboard box back under the desk.] Back to Flowerbud it is— unless you can think of a doctor besides Alex you’d rather go see? I don’t mind the trip either way, hmhm. ♪

(Source: its-not-a-death-ray)

animallovergwen:

So keep your chin up~?

Hm— well. Alright. ♪ Hmhmhm.

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animallovergwen:

its-not-a-death-ray:

I see how it is.

But Louis! You were taking the picture!

Hm! Musta been.

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callawaycarl:

[Bites his lip again, looking back to the tube of lube with a light shake of his head.] Well— no, no allergy. Erm. … [Reaches out to pluck up the tube with a pinch of his fingers again, leaning forward to drop it into the small waste basket there before settling down to a sitting position on the ground next to him with a grin.] Not to do with that or any of that! I don’t have any allergies, sweetie, I’ve— I’ve been getting, erm. Morning sick. [Blinks at him steadily.] You… know what that is right…? [Smiles weakly, lowering his head with a nervous twinge of his brow.]

Ah—

Ah— I—

Hrm. [Frowns at him as it clicks, taking his glasses off to clean them on the front of his shirt.] Carl— hrm— [Puts them back on, fumbling for words and pursing his lips from side to side in thought.] You think—? Eh— are you sure? Don’t you think you ought to— I dunno, how can you tell without verifying the facts—? You’re sure it’s not just a— you know— a bug or—

(Source: its-not-a-death-ray)

callawaycarl:

[Blinks back, bringing his eyebrows up as if waiting for Louis to get it.] … hm— [Purses his lips and looks away, idly twirling a finger against his husband’s scalp.] Well— I mean, considering what we’ve been trying to do— and— [Shifts a knee down to the floor, giggling nervously as he looks back to him, lowering his voice as if discussing something more private.] Sweetie, I’ve been getting sick a lot lately— a lot lot, and I don’t get sick! Not like that, really. I mean, unless I have soda, and— and I haven’t had soda since— weeks ago, now! [Tilts his head, smiling hopefully.] And it’s in the mornings a lot—-?

[Nods along the entire time, wide-eyed and staring. His glasses slip further and further down his nose as he nods, until at last they nearly reach the end of it and he pushes them back up again.]

Right— but— [Glances at the tube of lube he dropped - pointing at it.] You think it’s— to do with—? Like— an allergy or—

(Source: its-not-a-death-ray)

callawaycarl:

[Tenderly flexes his fingers around the area, trying to touch it only as gently as possible, smiling at him with his own nervousness.] Mm! Right— I thought it was a little odd. Hmhmhm— [Draws his fingers down the side of Louis’ head, staring back at him for a moment with a nervous fluttering and biting his lip.] Well… I think she knows it well enough, but you know… ah… I don’t necessarily think it’s far off the mark, sweetie! [Curls his fingers into Louis’ hair.] Hmhm, considering…♥

[Waits as though Carl might go on, blinking— glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly as he stares.] … … … Er— … considering—?

(Source: its-not-a-death-ray)

Ah— goodness! Your head! [Reaches forward to fondle his head cautiously.] Aw, sweetie—♥ [Crouches down next to him with a tilt of his own head and a giggle.] I don’t think she knew what it was, she said it’s to make people /not/ have babies. Hmhm..

[Lets go of his head to let Carl rub it— wincing slightly in pain but turning a nervous grin on him despite himself.] Ah— is that so? Well— I do believe they make a gel like that— but its certainly not called— called b— called that, anyway. Ahaha— but— well, that Nina c-certainly is a character, isn’t she..? She ought to know we can’t— you know.

callawaycarl sent: [Watches him, blushing with wide eyes, holding the tube outs.] Um... [Blinks up at him, giggling with an affectionate sigh, shaking his head slightly and thrusting it to him.] Aha-- n-no, not those kinds of boners-- er--.. look at the directions. [Pauses, pressing his knuckle to his lips with a nervous giggle.] See, it's-- ah, the /other/ ones. The um. The naughtier ones. [Smiles nervously and continues on quickly.] I don't know honestly where she got it or- why she thought we'd need or want it-

Hmmmm..? [Adjusts his glasses before reaching out to take the tube, turning it over to look at the instructions. Reads it quietly for a second, before coming to the explanation that it’s lubrication written on the side of the tube at the same moment that Carl says the word ‘naughtier.’] Ah—!

[Awkwardly moves to stand up— and hits the top of his head against the underside of his desk.] Oo— [Drops the tube, ducking down to rub his head and stand up slightly further out than he previously was.] Ooo— ow— what in the— I— wh-what?!

callawaycarl sent: [Stands there, staring down at something in his hand.] ... [Turns the tube over, eyebrows drawn up in concern.] Honey-- Nina gave me-- er, this... [Stares at it a moment longer before holding it out to him with wide eyes.] I-- don't really know what to do with it, I've never heard of-- of-- ah, boner gel. [Blinks.]

Hm? [Glances up from under a desk, clearing things out into a cardboard box. Pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and leans closer to get a look at what he’s holding.] Hm? “Boner gel”?

[Pauses, thinking - eyes turning to the ceiling.] Er— is that— what d’you call it— “white-out”? Is that it? [Mimics applying a liquid substance to a piece of paper with his hand, trying to illustrate his point.] As in— you make a boner, and correct it with the gel— well that’s not really a gel, is it, more of a fluid—

grandfarmer-gretel:

*staring in awe as Toy’s cupcakes are judged* Oh gosh, herr Louis, you’re like… my hero from today on. Very, VERY brave of you.

[Blinks at her, adjusting his glasses.]

[Swallows.]

[Swallows again.]

[Flashes her a thumbs up.]

Toy's Contest Entry

dontforgetwhoisthehero:

Hiya Louis, Louis’ husband and strange woman with the funny hat ! The name’s Toy Parker, grandson of Tony Della Casa ! Humhum ![Beams at the judges] Today I bring you a dessert that my old grandma baked when I was a little Toy ! It’s called “Toy Awesome Cupcake” because mine is more awesome than ma grandma “vanilla cupcake”. What a boring name ! And guess what ?! It’s my favorite ! Ah. I’m so sad that the theme isn’t chili because you could have taste my “Toy Supah Chili !”. Well. I’m supposed to serve that with some “Choco’ croquines”, but I didn’t have time with the farm and all~.

[Stares blankly throughout the entire introduction, alternating between raising his eyebrows and furrowing them. Takes occasional notes, but otherwise continues to stare in silence.] …

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…

…Alright, well— starting with presentation, erm— [Coughs, adjusting his glasses.] Did you know many cultures actually utilize insects as their main source of nutrients in an other-wise meat-lacking terrain? It’s, ah— hrm. Fascinating. [Giving the cupcake an unhappy stare.] … Fascinating.

For preparation— well, it’s good that you’re using fresh ingredients and top of the line tools. There’s really nothing quite like taking the parts direct from the source, eh? Just— I wouldn’t tell Gwen you’re letting your horse eat the batter, eheh… heh…

[Facepalms before picking up one of the cupcakes. Stares at it for nearly five full minutes in complete silence, before taking a bite, chewing it, and swallowing it.]

[Takes a shot of the bepto bismol to wash it down with.]

[Gestures for a thumbs up and walks away, scribbling on his notepad and frowning at the world.]

Presentation: 3
Preparation: 8
Taste: why