audience: aizawa.

[tricycles]

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[tricycles]

[that shirt is A Lot and i cannot believe i had to see it with my own eyes

Tragically, Carlos probably finds the shirt cute? That is terrible. He nods.]

You guessed right. [GETTING DOWN TO CLOWN IMMEDIATELY IS NOT, AS IT TURNS OUT, ONE OF HIS KINKS...] You wanna take this to my place, or yours?

[dryeyes]

[listen, they can all be like this together]

Ah, yeah, I-

["have an agreement with my roommate." Not anymore. No roommate. No agreement. He could take anyone back to his room and have sex with them in the bed. He'd just have to wash the sheets at some point.]

... Yours, if it's all the same.

[and maybe he's got nicer digs than them? probably not, knowing this place]

[tricycles]

[Bad taste magneton...

The way Aizawa cuts himself off has Carlos raising an eyebrow at him, though.]

Sure, I don't mind. [It's all the same to him, so.] But... are you feeling okay, there?

["Okay" under the current circumstances, that is.]

[dryeyes]

I guess I was getting a little too used to things over there. That's all the more reason to work at getting back.

[... back home, of course, who would want to live on a sexy cruise ship forever.]

[tricycles]

[...

yeah, that's depresso.]

We'll find a way back home, I promise.

[Let their sexy cruise ship and sexy island adventure end, please. :(

Assuming Aizawa follows, though, Carlos will start to lead him to the apartment complex elevators.]

[dryeyes]

I trust you.

[within reason- sort of like how you trust a waiter to not fuck up your order]

[Anyways, yeah, he's following!]

[tricycles]

... Thanks.

[He sounds unsure, but! This is the sexy dinner dash of their lives.

Carlos is just going to push the button for one of the topmost floors once they're in the elevator.]

[dryeyes]

[Listen, if Aizawa trusts someone to not fuck up his coffee order, that's plenty.]

[A majority of the ride is in silence, but]

... so, any preferences?

[tricycles]

... How about we just try the minimum requirements?

[Unless. Aizawa wants more than that. But Carlos is dealing with this like a very weird business transaction, so, uh. Yeah.

The elevator will take them up, up, up — until they reach a denim free penthouse. Welcome to his crib.]