strexcorpradiogirl

Anonymous asked:

↻ -missrfree

radiohostwiththemost answered:

Cecil opened one eye, and, seeing Kendra in his room, he slowly sat up, confused. “Um… Kendra…? How did you… Get into my room…?”

strexcorpradiogirl:

radiohostwiththemost:

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radiohostwiththemost:

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radiohostwiththemost:

“Well… Kendra, it really wasn’t.. You. It was..” He swallowed thickly, rubbing the back of his neck, “U-Uh.. If I tell you, Strexcorp isn’t going to.. Um.. Torture me, are they?”

She blinked at him. “What does work have to do with it?”

“Kendra… Your town’s company tried to take over my town. They tried to make us into.. Into
zombies! They tried to take our lives!” He frowned, “And you were helping them. You’re all for Strexcorp. You.. You took over my radio station!

She frowned “I was assigned your station Cecil. I´m sure it was upsetting, but the orders came from far above me.” She sipped her coffee “I don´t remember too much of it. I guess it made me unhappy.”

Cecil was quiet for a long moment before he stood, cracking his back. “.. Lets go. I’ll drive you home.” He rummaged in his drawer, pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen and stuffing it in his pocket before walking out the bedroom door.

"Ok?" She followed him, somewhat confused. "What did I do now?"

“.. Look, Kendra.. I don’t want to talk about this any further.” The host sighed, rubbing his neck as if he had an ache, “Strexcorp and all of it’s employees, including you did quite the number on my town, not to mention this whole thing got my boyfriend stuck in a desert otherworld!” Cecil frowned, “Lets just go.. Alright? Lets just go.”
strexcorpradiogirl

Anonymous asked:

↻ -missrfree

radiohostwiththemost answered:

Cecil opened one eye, and, seeing Kendra in his room, he slowly sat up, confused. “Um… Kendra…? How did you… Get into my room…?”

strexcorpradiogirl:

radiohostwiththemost:

strexcorpradiogirl:

radiohostwiththemost:

“Well… Kendra, it really wasn’t.. You. It was..” He swallowed thickly, rubbing the back of his neck, “U-Uh.. If I tell you, Strexcorp isn’t going to.. Um.. Torture me, are they?”

She blinked at him. “What does work have to do with it?”

“Kendra… Your town’s company tried to take over my town. They tried to make us into.. Into
zombies! They tried to take our lives!” He frowned, “And you were helping them. You’re all for Strexcorp. You.. You took over my radio station!

She frowned “I was assigned your station Cecil. I´m sure it was upsetting, but the orders came from far above me.” She sipped her coffee “I don´t remember too much of it. I guess it made me unhappy.”

Cecil was quiet for a long moment before he stood, cracking his back. “.. Lets go. I’ll drive you home.” He rummaged in his drawer, pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen and stuffing it in his pocket before walking out the bedroom door.
strexcorpradiogirl

Anonymous asked:

↻ -missrfree

radiohostwiththemost answered:

Cecil opened one eye, and, seeing Kendra in his room, he slowly sat up, confused. “Um… Kendra…? How did you… Get into my room…?”

strexcorpradiogirl:

radiohostwiththemost:

strexcorpradiogirl:

radiohostwiththemost:

missrfree:

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“Oh, of course.” He said, mouth full. “There’s um.. No meat in this, is there?”

"No?" She frowned at him and shivered. "I just used stuff I found in your fridge." She´d gone back into the kichen and gotten a mug of coffee for herself, which her wrapped her hands around now.

"Oh, good." He nodded, but looked up at her quizzically. ".. Are you cold, Kendra?" 

"Yeah." She sipped more coffee "I was asleep before I turned up here. Why do I end up transported out of my bed every time I come here?"

Cecil chewed his lip a bit and swallowed the food in his mouth before getting up and grabbing a blanket, wrapping it around his guest’s shoulders, “Here.. I’m not sure why you’re transported here like this.. But we’ll get you home, alright?”

"Thank you." She sat down on the bed, holding the blanket closed around her.

"May I ask you something?"

“Hmm? Oh, sure, I suppose?” He took another bite of his breakfast, coughing a little when he swallowed the wrong way.
She was silent for a long moment.
"What did I do to make you dislike me so much?"
Somehow she made it sound like a purely academic question.
“Well… Kendra, it really wasn’t.. You. It was..” He swallowed thickly, rubbing the back of his neck, “U-Uh.. If I tell you, Strexcorp isn’t going to.. Um.. Torture me, are they?”

She blinked at him. “What does work have to do with it?”

“Kendra… Your town’s company tried to take over my town. They tried to make us into.. Into zombies! They tried to take our lives!” He frowned, “And you were helping them. You’re all for Strexcorp. You.. You took over my radio station!"
strexcorpradiogirl

Anonymous asked:

↻ -missrfree

radiohostwiththemost answered:

Cecil opened one eye, and, seeing Kendra in his room, he slowly sat up, confused. “Um… Kendra…? How did you… Get into my room…?”

strexcorpradiogirl:

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missrfree:

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“Oh, of course.” He said, mouth full. “There’s um.. No meat in this, is there?”

"No?" She frowned at him and shivered. "I just used stuff I found in your fridge." She´d gone back into the kichen and gotten a mug of coffee for herself, which her wrapped her hands around now.

"Oh, good." He nodded, but looked up at her quizzically. ".. Are you cold, Kendra?" 

"Yeah." She sipped more coffee "I was asleep before I turned up here. Why do I end up transported out of my bed every time I come here?"

Cecil chewed his lip a bit and swallowed the food in his mouth before getting up and grabbing a blanket, wrapping it around his guest’s shoulders, “Here.. I’m not sure why you’re transported here like this.. But we’ll get you home, alright?”

"Thank you." She sat down on the bed, holding the blanket closed around her.

"May I ask you something?"

“Hmm? Oh, sure, I suppose?” He took another bite of his breakfast, coughing a little when he swallowed the wrong way.
She was silent for a long moment.
"What did I do to make you dislike me so much?"
Somehow she made it sound like a purely academic question.
“Well… Kendra, it really wasn’t.. You. It was..” He swallowed thickly, rubbing the back of his neck, “U-Uh.. If I tell you, Strexcorp isn’t going to.. Um.. Torture me, are they?”
rpingatthedogpark

Anonymous asked:

"Hey Cee, it's me, Earl. Listen, some grey-faced guy told me that you were in the hospital! How funny is that? I mean, he's totally making that up right? You couldn't...you wouldn't.." there was a pause. "I'm coming over. S-so we can laugh about it together." in the background there is a rustling of fabric and Earl can be heard calling 'Mac! Take my shift and I'll take Friday, okay?' "Cecil. Please be okay. I'll be there soon." and if he wasn't at home he'd go to the hospital (rpingatthedogpark)

radiohostwiththemost answered:

It was Cecil’s voicemail. Cecil was fast asleep in his Hospital bed, snoring softly. His lyme had gotten… Bad. And now he was here.. Hooked up to IVs and oxygen and.. Just looking really bad overall. Oh god, when he hears that voicemail.. He’s going to feel terrible that Earl had to go to the house and find him.. Gone.. 

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Earl smiled back, he was right, of course, but something in him always told him not to cry.

"Yeah..You’re right. I-I’m okay. Let’s go back in." he took a deep, cleansing breath, as if preparing himself for the worst before he went back into the room with John.

Cecil was laying there, hands on his head. Earl was so upset and he had left with John and Cecil couldn’t help.. Oh void, he couldn’t do anything to help!

Earl walked back in, stealing himself. No more tears. He knew there was nothing wrong with crying but if he ended up like that again he didn’t know if Cecil could handle it. Plus, inwardly he was still pretty ashamed of himself.

"Hey Cee." he whispered, sitting on the end of the bed. "S-sorry about that." he brought a hand out, hoping to take his hand, worried about getting too close and hurting him like he did before in his hysterics.

He took Earl’s hand in his shaking ones, looking up at him in concern, tears streaking down his face, “E-Earl! O.. Oh void.. I-I’m so sorry, I-I.. I..” He took in a shaky breath, “Didn.. t mean to.. Make you cry..” Another breath, “But I thought th.. That boy.. Boyscouts don’t c.. Cry?”

"No, don’t be sorry. I”m just a little high strung right now." Earl let out a choked laugh, he was hearing his dad’s old words on his boyfriend’s lips. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Cecil’s lips, chasing those memories away. "I was wrong. Scouts cry. Everybody cries." 

“B.. But you.. Used to tell me…” He was silenced by the kiss, and decided not to press it any further. “Earl.. My.. My stomach hurts..” The host breathed, tensing up a bit before turning his head on his pillow, “I.. I’m.. Going t.. To be sick..”
rpingatthedogpark

Anonymous asked:

"Hey Cee, it's me, Earl. Listen, some grey-faced guy told me that you were in the hospital! How funny is that? I mean, he's totally making that up right? You couldn't...you wouldn't.." there was a pause. "I'm coming over. S-so we can laugh about it together." in the background there is a rustling of fabric and Earl can be heard calling 'Mac! Take my shift and I'll take Friday, okay?' "Cecil. Please be okay. I'll be there soon." and if he wasn't at home he'd go to the hospital (rpingatthedogpark)

radiohostwiththemost answered:

It was Cecil’s voicemail. Cecil was fast asleep in his Hospital bed, snoring softly. His lyme had gotten… Bad. And now he was here.. Hooked up to IVs and oxygen and.. Just looking really bad overall. Oh god, when he hears that voicemail.. He’s going to feel terrible that Earl had to go to the house and find him.. Gone.. 

rpingatthedogpark:

radiohostwiththemost:

rpingatthedogpark:

Earl smiled back, he was right, of course, but something in him always told him not to cry.

"Yeah..You’re right. I-I’m okay. Let’s go back in." he took a deep, cleansing breath, as if preparing himself for the worst before he went back into the room with John.

Cecil was laying there, hands on his head. Earl was so upset and he had left with John and Cecil couldn’t help.. Oh void, he couldn’t do anything to help!

Earl walked back in, stealing himself. No more tears. He knew there was nothing wrong with crying but if he ended up like that again he didn’t know if Cecil could handle it. Plus, inwardly he was still pretty ashamed of himself.

"Hey Cee." he whispered, sitting on the end of the bed. "S-sorry about that." he brought a hand out, hoping to take his hand, worried about getting too close and hurting him like he did before in his hysterics.

He took Earl’s hand in his shaking ones, looking up at him in concern, tears streaking down his face, “E-Earl! O.. Oh void.. I-I’m so sorry, I-I.. I..” He took in a shaky breath, “Didn.. t mean to.. Make you cry..” Another breath, “But I thought th.. That boy.. Boyscouts don’t c.. Cry?”
cordure

cordure asked:

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radiohostwiththemost answered:

His phone dinged, and he fished it out of his pocket. He was just getting ready to curl up in bed with a good audio book when he got the picture message. He was expecting something cute from Carlos, or maybe one of those mysterious pictures of hanging meat were circulating again. But no. This was.. Not that. At all. 

He covered his mouth, face going red. “K.. Kevin!?” The man croaked, quickly texting him back;

[Cecil]: Kevin I think you texted the wrong person????? 

cordure:

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cordure:

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Cecil jumped, “K-Kevin! Kevin, take it easy, Buddy, I-I’ll get them open, okay!? I’m working on it! Shhshh..” He pulled him close, still gently pressing the warm cloth against his eyes, “Shh.. My poor baby.. Take deep breaths..” Cecil gently kissed the top of his head, trying to soothe him.

Kevin continued to whimper and mewl, though he did try to hold still. “Cecil, C-Cee, please, it hurts… It h-hurts! I c-can’t stop, I can’t stop, it h-hurts!” He really was trying not to cry, but at this point the pain had passed the point where he could stop. He could feel the pressure building up more and more, and, somewhere in the midst of his agony and terror, wondered what would happen if his blood vessel burst. He brought one hand up to claw at his eyes, uncaring if he tore apart his eyelids, so long as that stopped him hurting. 

“Kevin- KEVIN, Buddy, wait no no no!!” He had to take Kevin’s hand in his, still dabbing at his eyes. He dipped the cloth in more warm water, not wringing it out this time. He soaked the area, wiping at the eyes gently before carefully peeling one open. “There! There we go, see??”

As soon as the eye was open, Kevin was digging out the clot. It was massive, about the size of an eyeball, and he had to break it into peices to pull it out. As soon as the block was removed, more blood gushed from the back of his eye, and Kevin almost groaned in relief. “P-please, Cecil, th-the other one… Smiling God it HURTS!”

Cecil’s face paled to a sicklh white. “O-Oh, oh void, Kevin! O-Okay, okay, hang in there Buddy!” He was already soaking the cloth again with shaking hands, rubbing carefully at Kevin’s eye before slowly helping to peel it open, too. “There we go, Buddy, y-you’re okay!”
cordure

cordure asked:

"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."

radiohostwiththemost answered:

The man groaned, holding his aching head with both hands, “.. Wh.. Where am I..? Agh… Everything’s spinning..”

cordure:

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He just nodded, crawling in with his friend. “Okay, okay shh.. I’m here, Buddy..”

Kevin curled close to Cecil, taking delight in nuzzling the other host’s neck. “I love you, Cee. I really, really do. I’m sorry I insinuated your town isn’t wonderful. It’s… It’s not Night Vale, I think. I mean, it’s probably me with the problem, wouldn’t you think? … I adore you. Please don’t be hurt? I didn’t mean I don’t like it here, just… just sometimes I get annoyed with it.”

“Shh.. It’s perfectly okay, Kev.. It’s alright.” He offered a small smile, rubbing his back, “It’s okay..”

Kevin shifted and wriggled until his back was pressed fully along Cecil’s front, then peppered kisses over his double’s face. “It’s not okay, Cecil. I hurt your feelings, I hurt you. … Also, I. I really like when you call me ‘Kev.’ I really like it.”

He pet Kevin’s hair, sighing and smiling lightly, “Do you? Well, I’ll have to call you Kev more often, then.. And don’t worry about it. I mean, I love this little town with all my heart, but.. I suppose it’s asking too much for everyone to feel the same way.”