audience: aizawa.

[tricycles]

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[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.]