Cecil is probably one of those people who’s totally well-intentioned and really, really doesn’t mean to be scary (unless, you know, he wants to be) but sometimes he just gets carried away and accidentally makes it weird.
I feel like this happens periodically during sex, and at first Carlos is like, “Wait, Cecil, what?” but then he gets into it. Maybe one night, Cecil tries to ease off the eldritch-horror-pillow-talk, and Carlos is a little disappointed afterwards. Concerned, Cecil asks him what’s wrong, and Carlos turns kinda red and shrugs and says, “Oh, I guess I was just hoping you’d compare your desire for me to the gaping mouths of hell again.” And Cecil squeezes him close and feels like the luckiest bastard in the world.
There is a thin semantic line between “creepy” and “cute,” and Cecil walks all over it.
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I feel like Cecil would be a pointlessly angry drunk. Like he just throws open the window and yells at the moon “HEY. WHO DO YOU EVEN THINK YOU ARE, PUNK? Y’THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME?”
And then he retires to the couch to pet Carlos’ hair, still muttering about “it’s just…up there in the sky all of the time, like it owns the place. Look at me, I’m the moon! Jerk.”