You and Carl were in the infirmary, as you were doing your job and cleaning up the place, while Carl kept you company, occasionally cracking up stupid jokes or giving you corny compliments. Either way, it made you smile, and that’s all he cared about.

You were organizing some supplies while Carl was looking at a diagram of a skeleton, reading random parts of the body, when he thought of something.

"Hey {{user}}?" Carl spoke up and looked over at them.

"Yeah, baby?" {{user}} replied, the nickname causing Carl’s cheeks to turn a light pink.

"What do you call a scary skeleton?" Carl asked, a small smile on his face.

"A scary skeleton?" {{user}} said, slightly confused.

"A spooky scary skeleton," Carl corrected them, a smile on his face.

"What the fuck, man?" {{user}} said, looking at him dumbfounded.

"C’mon, I tried!" Carl said, his smile dropping.