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Yondu
huffs. “Pushy pushy.” Starts setting up the element then cups adding
things to it then adds water and a powder of some kind and sets it on
the element until steam cane from the cups and hands one to Carlos after
stirring.

Carlos held the cup with both hands and he leaned in to
inhale the smell. It wasn’t the standard cider back on Earth – this one had a
more citrusy smell, he thought. A bit tangy too. But it was really sweet and he
loved it.

Though Carlos didn’t take a sip right away – he knew it was
practically scalding and he’d have to wait a second. He blew on it gently,
watching the steam part like the Red Sea from his breath.

ravagewhistler:

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“Hmmm
money is good. I like how you think.” Helps him finish up repairs then
floats them back into the ship and shivers pulling andcwalking quickly
to his room. “Coooold!”

Carlos followed after Yondu, rubbing his hands together to
try to warm them up. “Do you wanna try to make some cider back in the Captain’s
Quarters?” he asked the other man. “I’d do it, but… I’m not a very good cook.
Like, at all. I can help where I can, though.”

“Hot spiked cider it is. fuck it’s cold!” Shoves the door open and literally runs for the furs and flings them around f his shoulders.

Carlos locked the door behind them and rubbed his shoulders.
“Uh – I’d rather not have it spiked. I don’t do well with alcohol… not unless I’m
okay to sleep for the rest of the day.” He went over to the in-room food prep
unit and started to find a kettle and some cups.

Follows him around like a walking fuzzy shag rug.

Carlos looked at Yondu and offered him a smile. “Don’t you
have a sweater? I’d imagine it’d be hard working the heating element with your
blanket like that…”

“Yes…. but then I’d have to remove my coat to put it on……….” flops the furs over carliss head and rushes to the closet and digs through it for the sweater.

Carlos made a soft ‘eep!’ sound when the furs were dropped
over him. He feels around to find the counter to set down the cups he got out
of the cupboard. “C-Captain! I’m holding things here!”

“And yer doing great job of it babe.” Pulls on a old sweater that said merry Christmas ya filthy animal on it.

Carlos finally found the counter and was able to set the
things down. He then pulled off the blanket and started to sort of roll/fold it
with his arms when he caught sight of Yondu.

“Wha… where the hell did you get that?” he asked, genuinely
shocked.

“Earth…. Year’s ago scoping out the place for some easy money. Easy to fit in on that costume holiday thing…… was cold saw this sweater I liked the words.”

“You went to Earth and got an ugly Home Alone Christmas
sweater… because you basically thought it was cool?” Carlos asked him.

“Well… Everyone was saying so. Lots of people wear this. And hats. And it’s not nice calling it ugly.”

Carlos stared at him for a moment, but then laughed. “No, no…
we, uh… it’s hard to explain, but a lot of people do like ‘ugly Christmas
sweaters’. It’s just what they’re called. And… I’m absolutely baffled that you
managed to get your hands on one to wear unironically when you’re cold.”

“Huh….. interesting……” shrugs and heads over to start making cider pulling him in a hug and snuggles.

Carlos smiled and chuckled. “You’re making me a little
jealous now… I wish I had my ugly sweater from Earth. It has formulas and a
test tubes on it…”

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

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the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

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the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“Hmmm
money is good. I like how you think.” Helps him finish up repairs then
floats them back into the ship and shivers pulling andcwalking quickly
to his room. “Coooold!”

Carlos followed after Yondu, rubbing his hands together to
try to warm them up. “Do you wanna try to make some cider back in the Captain’s
Quarters?” he asked the other man. “I’d do it, but… I’m not a very good cook.
Like, at all. I can help where I can, though.”

“Hot spiked cider it is. fuck it’s cold!” Shoves the door open and literally runs for the furs and flings them around f his shoulders.

Carlos locked the door behind them and rubbed his shoulders.
“Uh – I’d rather not have it spiked. I don’t do well with alcohol… not unless I’m
okay to sleep for the rest of the day.” He went over to the in-room food prep
unit and started to find a kettle and some cups.

Follows him around like a walking fuzzy shag rug.

Carlos looked at Yondu and offered him a smile. “Don’t you
have a sweater? I’d imagine it’d be hard working the heating element with your
blanket like that…”

“Yes…. but then I’d have to remove my coat to put it on……….” flops the furs over carliss head and rushes to the closet and digs through it for the sweater.

Carlos made a soft ‘eep!’ sound when the furs were dropped
over him. He feels around to find the counter to set down the cups he got out
of the cupboard. “C-Captain! I’m holding things here!”

“And yer doing great job of it babe.” Pulls on a old sweater that said merry Christmas ya filthy animal on it.

Carlos finally found the counter and was able to set the
things down. He then pulled off the blanket and started to sort of roll/fold it
with his arms when he caught sight of Yondu.

“Wha… where the hell did you get that?” he asked, genuinely
shocked.

“Earth…. Year’s ago scoping out the place for some easy money. Easy to fit in on that costume holiday thing…… was cold saw this sweater I liked the words.”

“You went to Earth and got an ugly Home Alone Christmas
sweater… because you basically thought it was cool?” Carlos asked him.

“Well… Everyone was saying so. Lots of people wear this. And hats. And it’s not nice calling it ugly.”

Carlos stared at him for a moment, but then laughed. “No, no…
we, uh… it’s hard to explain, but a lot of people do like ‘ugly Christmas
sweaters’. It’s just what they’re called. And… I’m absolutely baffled that you
managed to get your hands on one to wear unironically when you’re cold.”

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“Hmmm
money is good. I like how you think.” Helps him finish up repairs then
floats them back into the ship and shivers pulling andcwalking quickly
to his room. “Coooold!”

Carlos followed after Yondu, rubbing his hands together to
try to warm them up. “Do you wanna try to make some cider back in the Captain’s
Quarters?” he asked the other man. “I’d do it, but… I’m not a very good cook.
Like, at all. I can help where I can, though.”

“Hot spiked cider it is. fuck it’s cold!” Shoves the door open and literally runs for the furs and flings them around f his shoulders.

Carlos locked the door behind them and rubbed his shoulders.
“Uh – I’d rather not have it spiked. I don’t do well with alcohol… not unless I’m
okay to sleep for the rest of the day.” He went over to the in-room food prep
unit and started to find a kettle and some cups.

Follows him around like a walking fuzzy shag rug.

Carlos looked at Yondu and offered him a smile. “Don’t you
have a sweater? I’d imagine it’d be hard working the heating element with your
blanket like that…”

“Yes…. but then I’d have to remove my coat to put it on……….” flops the furs over carliss head and rushes to the closet and digs through it for the sweater.

Carlos made a soft ‘eep!’ sound when the furs were dropped
over him. He feels around to find the counter to set down the cups he got out
of the cupboard. “C-Captain! I’m holding things here!”

“And yer doing great job of it babe.” Pulls on a old sweater that said merry Christmas ya filthy animal on it.

Carlos finally found the counter and was able to set the
things down. He then pulled off the blanket and started to sort of roll/fold it
with his arms when he caught sight of Yondu.

“Wha… where the hell did you get that?” he asked, genuinely
shocked.

“Earth…. Year’s ago scoping out the place for some easy money. Easy to fit in on that costume holiday thing…… was cold saw this sweater I liked the words.”

“You went to Earth and got an ugly Home Alone Christmas
sweater… because you basically thought it was cool?” Carlos asked him.

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“Hmmm
money is good. I like how you think.” Helps him finish up repairs then
floats them back into the ship and shivers pulling andcwalking quickly
to his room. “Coooold!”

Carlos followed after Yondu, rubbing his hands together to
try to warm them up. “Do you wanna try to make some cider back in the Captain’s
Quarters?” he asked the other man. “I’d do it, but… I’m not a very good cook.
Like, at all. I can help where I can, though.”

“Hot spiked cider it is. fuck it’s cold!” Shoves the door open and literally runs for the furs and flings them around f his shoulders.

Carlos locked the door behind them and rubbed his shoulders.
“Uh – I’d rather not have it spiked. I don’t do well with alcohol… not unless I’m
okay to sleep for the rest of the day.” He went over to the in-room food prep
unit and started to find a kettle and some cups.

Follows him around like a walking fuzzy shag rug.

Carlos looked at Yondu and offered him a smile. “Don’t you
have a sweater? I’d imagine it’d be hard working the heating element with your
blanket like that…”

“Yes…. but then I’d have to remove my coat to put it on……….” flops the furs over carliss head and rushes to the closet and digs through it for the sweater.

Carlos made a soft ‘eep!’ sound when the furs were dropped
over him. He feels around to find the counter to set down the cups he got out
of the cupboard. “C-Captain! I’m holding things here!”

“And yer doing great job of it babe.” Pulls on a old sweater that said merry Christmas ya filthy animal on it.

Carlos finally found the counter and was able to set the
things down. He then pulled off the blanket and started to sort of roll/fold it
with his arms when he caught sight of Yondu.

“Wha… where the hell did you get that?” he asked, genuinely
shocked.

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“Hmmm
money is good. I like how you think.” Helps him finish up repairs then
floats them back into the ship and shivers pulling andcwalking quickly
to his room. “Coooold!”

Carlos followed after Yondu, rubbing his hands together to
try to warm them up. “Do you wanna try to make some cider back in the Captain’s
Quarters?” he asked the other man. “I’d do it, but… I’m not a very good cook.
Like, at all. I can help where I can, though.”

“Hot spiked cider it is. fuck it’s cold!” Shoves the door open and literally runs for the furs and flings them around f his shoulders.

Carlos locked the door behind them and rubbed his shoulders.
“Uh – I’d rather not have it spiked. I don’t do well with alcohol… not unless I’m
okay to sleep for the rest of the day.” He went over to the in-room food prep
unit and started to find a kettle and some cups.

Follows him around like a walking fuzzy shag rug.

Carlos looked at Yondu and offered him a smile. “Don’t you
have a sweater? I’d imagine it’d be hard working the heating element with your
blanket like that…”

“Yes…. but then I’d have to remove my coat to put it on……….” flops the furs over carliss head and rushes to the closet and digs through it for the sweater.

Carlos made a soft ‘eep!’ sound when the furs were dropped
over him. He feels around to find the counter to set down the cups he got out
of the cupboard. “C-Captain! I’m holding things here!”

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“Hmmm
money is good. I like how you think.” Helps him finish up repairs then
floats them back into the ship and shivers pulling andcwalking quickly
to his room. “Coooold!”

Carlos followed after Yondu, rubbing his hands together to
try to warm them up. “Do you wanna try to make some cider back in the Captain’s
Quarters?” he asked the other man. “I’d do it, but… I’m not a very good cook.
Like, at all. I can help where I can, though.”

“Hot spiked cider it is. fuck it’s cold!” Shoves the door open and literally runs for the furs and flings them around f his shoulders.

Carlos locked the door behind them and rubbed his shoulders.
“Uh – I’d rather not have it spiked. I don’t do well with alcohol… not unless I’m
okay to sleep for the rest of the day.” He went over to the in-room food prep
unit and started to find a kettle and some cups.

Follows him around like a walking fuzzy shag rug.

Carlos looked at Yondu and offered him a smile. “Don’t you
have a sweater? I’d imagine it’d be hard working the heating element with your
blanket like that…”

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“Hmmm
money is good. I like how you think.” Helps him finish up repairs then
floats them back into the ship and shivers pulling andcwalking quickly
to his room. “Coooold!”

Carlos followed after Yondu, rubbing his hands together to
try to warm them up. “Do you wanna try to make some cider back in the Captain’s
Quarters?” he asked the other man. “I’d do it, but… I’m not a very good cook.
Like, at all. I can help where I can, though.”

“Hot spiked cider it is. fuck it’s cold!” Shoves the door open and literally runs for the furs and flings them around f his shoulders.

Carlos locked the door behind them and rubbed his shoulders.
“Uh – I’d rather not have it spiked. I don’t do well with alcohol… not unless I’m
okay to sleep for the rest of the day.” He went over to the in-room food prep
unit and started to find a kettle and some cups.

ravagewhistler

“Hmmm
money is good. I like how you think.” Helps him finish up repairs then
floats them back into the ship and shivers pulling andcwalking quickly
to his room. “Coooold!”

Carlos followed after Yondu, rubbing his hands together to
try to warm them up. “Do you wanna try to make some cider back in the Captain’s
Quarters?” he asked the other man. “I’d do it, but… I’m not a very good cook.
Like, at all. I can help where I can, though.”