i was super self indulgent about everything in this picture don't look at me

“C'mon baby, light my fire,” Carlos whispered to his bunsen burner seductively. Carlos forgot he wasn’t alone in his apartment anymore as Cecil stood behind him with a bewildered look, clutching his tea worriedly. “Carlos, dear, I think it’s time for bed now.”

(everything is a result of this arschegeige and the post-midnight conversations that we shouldn’t have)