“I wanted to. I’m glad you like it.” Nuzzles his head and yawns curling into the warmth.
Carlos chuckled softly, and then he let out a sigh. This was
so kind of Yondu… and Carlos had no idea on how he would repay him. As for
Earth…He had to go back. His dad and brother had no idea where he
was or if he was safe. And depending on
what happened, he’d have to come up with a story for where he’d been for the
police. Maybe he could talk with Kraglin and Peter and ask them to help verify
whatever he came up with.“Hey… I want you to meet my family,” Carlos told Yondu.
“I….. I don’t know about that Carlos….. I mean… I’m a alien….. it wouldn’t be safe for you.. your family… or myself to be honest….. while I’d love to… it’s… best you go home…. “
Carlos turned to Yondu. “But my dad would want to thank you
for taking care of me. And my brother too. They’d love to meet you. They’re not
judgemental people – once they understand that aliens are a thing and life
exists outside of Earth, they’ll accept you and treat you like a person. Are… are you worried that they won’t?”“Well… there’s that……. but there’s also…those scientists that…. capture strange creatures…. and… dissect them or test of them…..and cage them….”
Carlos frowned. He set down the book and reached his arms
around Yondu’s neck to hug him. “I wouldn’t let that happen to you, Yondu. I
want you to be safe visiting my family. And they’ll keep you a secret, I know
they will.”Looks at him and pulls him close and presses there foreheads together. “You mean that? I mean… I want to meet your family…. you talk about them so much…..”
Carlos nodded. “I want them to meet you too,” he said. “I
don’t know about telling them about your occupation right away, but… getting to
know you first, I’m sure they would like you.”Smiles and nuzzles against himtightening his hold. “I love you carlos…”
Carlos smiled slightly, and rubbed Yondu’s back. Yondu was
working his little blue tuchus off trying to woo Carlos. And, if he were honest…
Carlos felt wooed.“I… I think I love you too, Yondu,” he said softly.
Yondu couldn’t stop the grin on his face as he kisses and nuzzles all over his face. “Your so perfect.”
Carlos laughed softly and shook his head. “Yondu, c’mon…
there’s no such thing as perfect.” He then smiled. “I just got an idea – what if
I got you guys stock for the Mess? Like, a bunch of Earth food everyone can try
out. I think it might be fun.”“Hmmmmm you know that would be interesting. I’d like to try some of it. Pete’s always telling me about this laughs taffy stuff…”
“Oh, taffy is good,” Carlos said. “Laffy Taffy has a lot of
sugar in it, but it’s really sweet and fruity. Yeah… there’s a lot of stuff to
try. Especially my dad’s cooking… but I think I’ll save that just for you,
Kraglin, and Pete.”
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