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Maybe Night Vale or the beings that certainly were not angels, or any of the powers that be had felt sorry for everything that it’s Voice and it favorite scientist had gone through in the past year.
Or maybe it was just a Night Vale thing again.
Either way, not even a week had passed after Carlos's return to Night Vale before Cecil and Carlos woke up in their bed in a room that was both theirs and not. It was their furniture, their, read Cecil’s, knickknacks, their pictures and their clothes but it was not the room they had fallen asleep in.
In fact, after the couples initial shock (Carlos’s shock, Cecil’s mild and brief surprise) subsided, they discovered they were in a house in the Desert Creek housing development. It was a two floored home with three other bedrooms, two bathrooms, there was a welcome message from the Faceless Old Woman written in ketchup in the kitchen and it was all completely furnished to boot.
It had been a week, and Cecil and Carlos were mostly settled in, they were still getting used to the space, going from a two bedroom apartment to a behemoth of a house would so that, but they liked the extra elbow room, they liked it a lot in fact.
Carlos’s T-shirt had been lost ages ago, as was Cecil’s, although that too counted as Carlos’s T-shirt. The pair had been lazily making out on the couch for well over an hour with the TV playing in the background, not paying attention to any of their surroundings. At the moment, as the positions had changed quite bit through much giggling and limb adjustments, Carlos had Cecil on top of him, enjoying the warmth and the weight of his boyfriend as kisses were placed on his neck.
Well, enjoying it until his phone rang.
“Hang on, Cec,” Carlos said, stretching out to grab the phone off the coffee table. He glanced at the ID before accepting the call.
“Hola Maria,”
Cecil detangled from Carlos’s grasp to give him time to talk to the youngest of his sisters, opting to go see if he could figure out what to eat for the night.
“Maria, please tell me you are joking,” Carlos’s voiced sounded slightly strained, before nearly shouting in reply to whatever Maria had said, “¿Qué quiere decir usted estará aquí en una hora?”
Cecil wasn’t able to keep up with the rest of the conversation due to the very rapid Spanish coming from his boyfriend.
Carlos walking into the kitchen a few minutes later, hand carding through his hair in frustration, “Yeah, okay, si, Maria its fine. Hasta pronto.”
“So?” Cecil raised his eyebrows in anticipation.
Carlos sighed loudly, “I sort of forgot that I had called my family after I got back and that I invited them to come visit. They’ll be here in an hour.”
There was a brief silence before Cecil looked between them, “We have to put on clothes don’t we?”
“Sadly, yes, querido.” Carlos kissed Cecil on the forehead quickly.