Starways to Hell

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Yondu chuckles. “They like you… oh look it’s a baby.”

A tiny smaller then Carlos one floats around pressed against a much larger one obviously it’s Mother.

Carlos gasped softly. “Oh, my goodness,” he said in awe. “That’s
incredible,” he said again, watching the creatures as he tried to memorize
every bit of them.

The baby creature acts much like a whale floating around and spinning around playfully.

“Oh my goodness,” Carlos repeated. “It’s so cute… how old do
you think it is?”

“I’d say given its size….. it’s only a few weeks to a month or two…” the baby does a playful bob and spin then comes up to Carlos and Yondu reaching feelers out to investigate

“Awe…” Carlos cooed. He gently reached out his hand – not to
pet it, but to let the baby feel it and hopefully not bite it.

The baby feels around him even up to his face curious and noses at him and plays with him and rubs against him.

“Hehe. He really likes you.”

Carlos  chuckled
softly. “Does he? Wait, how are you able to tell its gender?”

“By the length of the feelers. Males are longer females short. And he likes you and rubbing against you. We see this pod a lot. You can name him.”

“Ah, I see,” Carlos said. But then he looked over at Yondu,
confused. “What? What do you mean ‘name him’?” he asked.

“Give him a name. His moms called serinity… big daddy is big daddy…..”

Carlos laughed at that, without really meaning to. “Who
named him that?” he asked.

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