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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.”

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“Seriously
though…. think about my offer. You can take what ever you want… or
everything with you… my human looking crew will help you move it if you
wanted…. but anyway….” tried to stifle a yawn and fails. “Sleep… “

Mr Ramon smiled at Yondu. “Thank you, Yondu,” he said. “Go on – head to bed. You too, Carlos.”

“Okay, Dad,” Carlos said with a smile. He went over to take Yondu’s arm. “C’mon – you can borrow some of my clothes,” he said and led the other back to his room.

Yondu just strips off his top layers and flops down on the bed moving over for Carlos to join him after he kicked off his boots. “You know…. I was going to fear your family would be annoying. I’m happy to say I was wrong. They are pleasant…”

Carlos smiled as he gathered up Yondu’s clothes. “I feel a little bit offended,” he said honestly. “But I’m glad that your opinion of them is different. Thank you.” He smiled at Yondu. “Gimme a second, I’ll go hang these up and get changed – I’m still all wet.”

Yondu looks over at him and whistles the arrow flying spins around carlos quickly storing up some heat and dries him.

Carlos yelped out of shock and he stood stock-still as the red vortex around him grew hotter and hotter. He blinked, confused but looked down at himself. He seemed to indeed be dry. And there was a fresh-out-of-the-dryer warmth to his clothes.

“I’ve probably asked this before… but that thing’s not radioactive, is it?” he asked YOndu, referring to the arrow.

Yondu chuckles. “No… it’s not… the red is just the color of the Yaka crystal inside and it generates heat. I can even set the arrow on fire if I want.”

Carlos blinked. “Oh… really?” he asked. He started to fold Yondu’s clothes and put them on his dresser. “What is the Yaka crystal? Where does it come from?”

“It’s a crystal Metal from my home planet…. kinda like my mechanical fin. Makes a connection to the arrow with whistles.”

“Oh,” said Carlos. He started to pull off his jacket and his tee. “Do… I mean, did Centaurians get implants done for these things? Or… what?”

“No just me. The implant used to be a fleshy fin… tail and thin…. but the kree sawed it off as punishment for failing them…. got this in place of it…. a experiment of there’s… to bad for them it worked…. “

Carlos looked at him, shocked. “Jesus… I think I remember you telling me you had a real fin. God, I’m so sorry.” He put his shirt over a chair and came to sit on the bed.

When he came close he grabbed him yanking him on the bed with him and snuggles at him and kisses him squirming until he was comfortable and settles down face pressed against his chest. “Don’t worry about it. I’m ok now.”

Carlos yelped a little out of surprise at being pulled in. He blinked down at Yondu and chuckled softly. “Hey… buddy, I’m still wearing pants. They’re not jeans, but they’re still a bit annoying to sleep in. Can I… can I get some sleeping pants on?” Carlos’ anxiety was starting to crawl up his back. How was sleeping going to work? He still wasn’t sleeping well in the ship… it wouldn’t magically be better on Earth, would it? He could even feel just the atmospheric change and who knew what it was doing to his head.

Yondu sighs and gives him a look and groans. “Hurry….” whines wanting his walking furnace to snuggle and sleep.

Carlos just grinned and reached to gently pat a hand on Yondu’s
cheek. He sat up and undid his pants before kicking them off. He stood
up and was about to go for his bag when he noticed his closet. There
were clothes in there… clothes he hadn’t worn in months. He had a set
of pajamas that he left behind when he went to live in the apartment
and… he could wear them now.

Slowly Carlos went to the closet.
He pushed aside a box that was in front of it – one that looked like it
had some of his computer stuff in it – and slid open the door. There
were more boxes, but smooshed at the end of the rod was a bunch of
clothes. It took a bit of effort, but Carlos pulled out a set of pajamas
that was dark blue with a red and white rocket pattern. Carlos pulled
out the pants and slowly put them on.

The cut was different from
the ones that he used in space but they felt good. Comfy. He tied the
little tie into a loose bow and then turned toward Yondu.