Starways to Hell

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Yondu
Yawns already half asleep when he saw the pjs with rockets and snorts.
“Dork. Rockets… really…. heh.” He sighs and kicks off his own pants
remaining in his boxers that had smiley faces on them. “Come on. Bed..
mornings going to come faster then we want. Especially with your terran
time.”

Carlos frowned slightly. “These pants are comfy,” he said, but upon seeing Yondu’s boxers he gave a chuckle. “I could have sworn you were a briefs’ man,” he said as he grabbed Yondu’s pants and folded them. He set them on his desk with Yondu’s other clothes and then got into bed. “We’re actually going to bed a bit earlier than usual for Earth standards,” he admitted to Yondu. “Having dinner and then bed immediately after isn’t usual.”

Yondu last looks at him then Yawns and Squirms around snuggling against him. “Yeah Well…I’m tired…… think my hybernation times comming up again…..”

Carlos frowned a bit at that. “Already?” he asked. “I… I had thought there would be more time.” He then remembered. “When the hell is Kraglin supposed to go to sleep then? You said that… that Hraxians do it too, didn’t you?”

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