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.”
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