curiosity kills the cat.

carlos could prove that right away the day he wanders through wonders, doing adventures, celebrating lando's birthday by himself to send pictures later. then there's buying the physical gift.

that's when he came across this antique shop and got him thinking— why buy the usual when he could buy something that could make lando scream? and surprisingly he found one. a book. written in latin.

speaking of screaming, his mind goes to you.

you that he abhors for hooking him like a fish. had him on bad tight spots. had him take it gentle. take baby steps. had him tiptoeing. had him holding back the amount of obscenity that might come out of him. what kind of tease will rocket out of his chest and slap it on you that will turn to a full blown argument.

and he will just lose him mind, be more petty than you at the end of the day, scream louder than you and do something stupid. like right now— slipping some liquid he brewed at home following that recipe from that weird book page.

he'll hex you. teach you a lesson to not mess with him, though he's sure this shitty recipe will give you a massive diarrhea. he don't care. he just don't have conscience when it comes to you.

he leaves for a second and come back with props to use on this fake stupid apology date he pulled on you. opening his phone, scrolling, texting you a bit, he reaches for his drink and takes a sip.

then he pinches his brows a bit— tastes weird. moving his gaze away from his phone screen, he looks down his drink that is pink, which is weird cause he didn't remember ordering pink moscato.

looking around for a waiter, for assistance, he saw you. a tug in his chest, the saturation of everything is suddenly high up. his love can't take it no more. he's just so in love—

wait, what?