SEND ME ☟ FOR MY MUSE TO TURN BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, WITH ONLY THE MEMORIES THAT LEAD UP TO THAT AGE.
Yondu was sleeping on a pile of clothes, he looked tired and much younger than before, he was thin and already had some scars, apparently he was 8 years old.
Carlos couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose slightly. “I’m…
not going to give you a rat, don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll get you a sandwich
and some juice, is that okay?” A sandwich had plenty of carbs – and the kid
looked like he needed them. Plus a bit of juice for some energy…
Heh, he sounded like a pediatrician.
Yondu kept looking at Carlos, the boy seemed more confused than before, blinking and tilting his head again “Is that food?” He had no idea what sandwich and juice were, he moved and was now closer to Carlos.
What kind of question is that? Or actually, what kind of
childhood has this kid had that he asked these questions? He didn’t even know
what a sandwich was!
“Yeah, it’s food. I promised I’d get you some. Juice is a
drink made of fruit, and it’s really sweet. I think you’ll like it.”
It was finally their turn and Carlos had made a decision for
them. So he stepped forward, slowly so Yondu could shuffle along with him, and
gave the barista his order.
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