[Carlos has just enough tact not to take notes about everything he sees, no matter how strange or new it might be. For a moment, he thinks vaguely of the angels - which the town of Night Vale, and Cecil in particular, say do not exist - but this person doesn't look like them. He's lost in that particular thought when the odd little deer approaches.]
Oh, hello.
[And then the person - man? - comments on the odd introduction. Carlos clears his throat and looks back down at the deer.]
Does he?
[Carlos tucks his notepad away and moves closer, if only to make sure the deer does not wander too far from its person.]
no subject
Oh, hello.
[And then the person - man? - comments on the odd introduction. Carlos clears his throat and looks back down at the deer.]
Does he?
[Carlos tucks his notepad away and moves closer, if only to make sure the deer does not wander too far from its person.]