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i tjink thaere’s still a nial in my headd

Damn… should I get the pliers, Max? Will.. will it hurt?

*he rubs the area he was hit, whincing slightly* will it hurt? probably..

Oh… um, okay. I… I’ll get my tools. And a water bottle – it should get cleaned up some too. Just.. just hang on.

*he nods and sits on the ground, still pretty out of of it*

*comes back* Okay… Okay, okay, let’s see what I’m working with here. Where… where is it, Max? Max? You with me, buddy?

*he groans slightly, tightly shutting his eyes* it’s fucking… *points to the side of his head* right here…

Okay… um… okay. Can you.. hold your hair out of the way?

*he nods and pulls his hair out of the way so Carlos could see the nail*

*he mails a gross noise. God, that… that is really in there. He takes a deep breath* Okay… gonna get some water on that first. *he opens the bottle and as gently as he can pours a small stream over the wound, trying to wash away blood so he can see it a little better*

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don’t know where any buckets are. The mop thing might be in the mess
hall, but that’s probably QM’s so we’re leaving that alone.

We’ll find something. I’ll even invent something else to hold water if I have to. Something that is totally not a bucket.

,,,I’m pretty sure that’s a bucket.

But I just said it wouldn’t be a bucket. It would look kinda like a bucket, maybe, but it definitely wouldn’t be a bucket. Trust me. I’m a scientist.

I- alright cool sure.

Well, let’s see what we can find!

There’s probably something somewhere, or we could ask SK to use his fishbowl.

‘SK’? Who’s that? I don’t remember Angie talking about a kid named that…

Space Kid, or other Neil, but everyone calls him Space Kid. He’s the kid with the fish bowl on his head.

Oh yeah, Space Kid. Angie seems to like him well enough. But she told me she’d rather talk about dinosaurs than space. His name’s Neil? Heh, that’s ironic.

Yep. His name is actually like Neil Armstrong Jr. or something. Learned that at parents day. We still call him Space Kid.

Neil Armstrong? Really? He must not be the only one in his family to like space… huh.

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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?”

“It’s because I waited so long… I was 5 months out of sync with my natural hybernation pattern….normal hybernation only takes me 1-2 months then I wake up then 10 months later I hybernatie again… Krags hybernation is usually after mine.”

“But because you’re out of sync, his isn’t going to be for a little bit, yeah?” Carlos asked. He had the thought that this was kind of like a menstruation cycle… but he wasn’t dumb enough to say that out loud.

“Hmmm Damn Your Right…. Fuck…. I’ll have to have Tullk take control for a while. You.. uhh think you and your family would mind housing two hibernating aliens?”

Carlos looked at him. “And have the rest of the crew just hang out in orbit for a month?” he asked. “You know what, now that I think about it I don’t think that’s a good idea. When I reveal myself as not-missing, after what happened with my workplace… I wonder if there’s going to be press and police hanging around for a while gathering whatever story I give them. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Yondu pouts and grumbles about nosy Terrans But relents and nods snuggling back against him. “You make a good point…”

Carlos smiled apologetically. “Sorry,” he said, rubbing Yondu’s shoulder and leaning in to press a kiss to the top of his head. “Let’s get some sleep so you can hopefully stave it off a little longer, okay?”

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i tjink thaere’s still a nial in my headd

Damn… should I get the pliers, Max? Will.. will it hurt?

*he rubs the area he was hit, whincing slightly* will it hurt? probably..

Oh… um, okay. I… I’ll get my tools. And a water bottle – it should get cleaned up some too. Just.. just hang on.

*he nods and sits on the ground, still pretty out of of it*

*comes back* Okay… Okay, okay, let’s see what I’m working with here. Where… where is it, Max? Max? You with me, buddy?

*he groans slightly, tightly shutting his eyes* it’s fucking… *points to the side of his head* right here…

Okay… um… okay. Can you.. hold your hair out of the way?

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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?”

“It’s because I waited so long… I was 5 months out of sync with my natural hybernation pattern….normal hybernation only takes me 1-2 months then I wake up then 10 months later I hybernatie again… Krags hybernation is usually after mine.”

“But because you’re out of sync, his isn’t going to be for a little bit, yeah?” Carlos asked. He had the thought that this was kind of like a menstruation cycle… but he wasn’t dumb enough to say that out loud.

“Hmmm Damn Your Right…. Fuck…. I’ll have to have Tullk take control for a while. You.. uhh think you and your family would mind housing two hibernating aliens?”

Carlos looked at him. “And have the rest of the crew just hang out in orbit for a month?” he asked. “You know what, now that I think about it I don’t think that’s a good idea. When I reveal myself as not-missing, after what happened with my workplace… I wonder if there’s going to be press and police hanging around for a while gathering whatever story I give them. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

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I
don’t know where any buckets are. The mop thing might be in the mess
hall, but that’s probably QM’s so we’re leaving that alone.

We’ll find something. I’ll even invent something else to hold water if I have to. Something that is totally not a bucket.

,,,I’m pretty sure that’s a bucket.

But I just said it wouldn’t be a bucket. It would look kinda like a bucket, maybe, but it definitely wouldn’t be a bucket. Trust me. I’m a scientist.

I- alright cool sure.

Well, let’s see what we can find!

There’s probably something somewhere, or we could ask SK to use his fishbowl.

‘SK’? Who’s that? I don’t remember Angie talking about a kid named that…

Space Kid, or other Neil, but everyone calls him Space Kid. He’s the kid with the fish bowl on his head.

Oh yeah, Space Kid. Angie seems to like him well enough. But she told me she’d rather talk about dinosaurs than space. His name’s Neil? Heh, that’s ironic.

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Carlos didn’t usually just go around kissing folks. But he was at least safe in the knowledge that Percival wouldn’t just punch him outright. Maybe.

Carlos gently touched the man’s arm to get his attention, and while Percival was turned toward him Carlos got up on his toes a bit and pressed a gentle – just a touch of the lips – kiss to the Director’s mouth.

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“…Well?” he repeated with a blink. “Well what? Are you expecting a grade?” Percival broke into a playful smile.

“Its a kiss Carlos, not a performance.”

Carlos suddenly laughed – still mostly due to his nerves. “I
– I dunno… I guess I expected that sort of thing from you… but hey, I’ve been
wrong before. Just today, in fact.” He flexed his hands, which had somehow come up and closed into Percival’s cloak at his hips. He decided to keep them there for now.

Percival blinked at the sudden laugh, but allowed himself to smile.

“I generally don’t rate kisses or anything else.” He teased with a grin. Percival’s hands gently straightened out Carlos’ shirt.

“But I’ll play. How was that? I hope I haven’t disappointed you.”

“What? Oh – Oh, absolutely not! You, you haven’t at- at all!” Carlos said suddenly. “You did great! You have no worry – I mean nothing to worry about at all!”

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*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

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“Would you be able to focus enough to apparate without forgetting a limb?” he asked as the other giggled.

Percival slung an arm around Carlos’ shoulders, something no one ever saw of the director unless he was strictly off hours. Leading the other down the road. “We nee to act… as sober as possible, to prevent… being arrested.” He said in a loud whisper, as though the other wouldn’t know about the alcohol ban.

“I’m sober – dunno about you,” Carlos giggled. Then a
random-ass thought came to him that he thought he’d share: “I could jinx your
face and make it all swollen… pretend we got in a fight an’ – an’ that’s why
you’re all woozy.”

Carlos wrapped an arm around Percival’s back and supported
him against his own body – Carlos was maybe a little tipsy, but he wasn’t going
to let Percival fall flat on his face and cause the swelling he mentioned the
old-fashioned way.

“You had giggle water, sober my ass.” Percival laughed quietly. “No.” He ran a hand down his face.

“I like my face the way it is, we just gotta be sneaky.” He said with a chuckle, leaning on the other. “This… that way.” he said trying to pull the other with him down the street towards Percival’s flat.

Carlos stumbled after him, giggling again. “I’m more sober than you!” he exclaimed. Though not quite loudly because they were being sneaky. “Sober compared to you.”

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don’t know where any buckets are. The mop thing might be in the mess
hall, but that’s probably QM’s so we’re leaving that alone.

We’ll find something. I’ll even invent something else to hold water if I have to. Something that is totally not a bucket.

,,,I’m pretty sure that’s a bucket.

But I just said it wouldn’t be a bucket. It would look kinda like a bucket, maybe, but it definitely wouldn’t be a bucket. Trust me. I’m a scientist.

I- alright cool sure.

Well, let’s see what we can find!

There’s probably something somewhere, or we could ask SK to use his fishbowl.

‘SK’? Who’s that? I don’t remember Angie talking about a kid named that…

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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?”

“It’s because I waited so long… I was 5 months out of sync with my natural hybernation pattern….normal hybernation only takes me 1-2 months then I wake up then 10 months later I hybernatie again… Krags hybernation is usually after mine.”

“But because you’re out of sync, his isn’t going to be for a little bit, yeah?” Carlos asked. He had the thought that this was kind of like a menstruation cycle… but he wasn’t dumb enough to say that out loud.