Yondu thinks snd shrugs. “uhhhh place called misery……. or something. So you know… who wants to live there right. So yeah.”
“Misery?” Mr Ramon asked. “I don’t think I’ve heard of it…. Mikey, put your phone down!”
“I was just gonna look it up really quick,” Mikey explained. “’Misery City’ is a comic book, by the way. I can’t tell if there’s a city named ‘Misery’.”
“We can ask Peter later,” Carlos reminded, though he wondered why he hadn’t asked the kid himself before.
Yondu leans back in his chair sipping the juice. “Was a damn fine meal there sir. First time I’ve had anything well made and not slop. I’d hire you as the cook of my ship.”
Mr Ramon smiled at him. “Well, I appreciate the sentiment, Mr Yondu,” he said. “However, I’m retired from kitchen-work. I just can’t move as fast as I used to anymore. Thank you for the compliment, however. Is the juice okay? Do you feel sick at all from it like before with the citrus?”
“No the Just is great. No Ill effects from this.” Smiles a bit then sighs leaning back full as could be and foronce he did eat with a cup of grog next to him. “I’ll call the boys to head down tomorrow carlos. So you can take them shopping. I can’t go for obvious reasons but they will like it.”
“Sure,” Carlos nodded. He then smiled. “We’ll pick you up some Cheetos too so you’ll finally know what they taste like.”
“If there like my beastie worms I’ll love them. I got you hooked on those after all. Hehe. They may wiggle but you like em.” Yawns a bit leaned back in his chair full and relaxed for once.
Mikey lifted an eyebrow. “What are Beasties?” he asked.
“Grubs, basically,” Carlos explained. “But they have a weird sort of processed cheesy flavor…. like Cheetos. Though not really as crunchy… it’s weird.” Carlos looked to Yondu and smiled slightly. “Hey… you gonna fall asleep on us, big guy?” he asked.
His ears flick a bit. “Hmmm. Maybe. Good food….. safe atmosphere……. relaxed…. heh…. I could fall asleep.”
“Would you like to stay the night?” Mr Ramon asked. “We can set up… well, we usually offer Carlos’ room. But since he’s here…”
“He can sleep in my room,” Carlos said. “That is… if you’re okay staying here, Yondu. If you wanna go back to the ship and stay there the night and bring the boys down tomorrow… that’s fine too.”
“I’ll stay and tell the boys to head down and land close. I’ll have to stay in here durring the day but you can take the boys out.”
Carlos nodded. “Of course,” he said. “Let’s go ahead and bring your bike in, then – Dad, you have room in the garage, right?”
Mr Ramon smiled slightly and looked down. “Well, Carlos… a lot of your stuff from your apartment is there. After the police had gone through it and couldn’t find any evidence we were invited to take it home… I had Ralphie and Wanda help pack it up and move it in.”
“You can pull your bike around back, though,” Mikey said. “There’s room in the backyard, and we have a tarp you can hide it with.”
“Sounds good,” Carlos said. “It’s Yondu’s bike, by the way.”
MIkey blinked. “Really?”
“Yeah, I know,” Carlos laughed.
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