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Yondu
sighs. “Used to have a fin….. would glow faintly when I’d use the
arrow…..I Well…… when I was a slave I was a experiment …. the cut off my
fin then started installing the implant into my brain. They didn’t care
that there other test subjects ended up with irreparable brain damage
or it got bad enough there brains exploded…. they wanted to see if they
could replicate the natural powers of the centaurians race….”

Edwardo looked to him with a frown. “Ah… I see. I’m sorry to hear about that, Yondu. It… sounds like a very painful experience.” He didn’t prompt Yondu for more, in case he didn’t want to talk about it.

Chuckles. “Wow… What is it about your family carlos…. that makes me spill my whole past without and issues? I’m Never this lose lipped.”

“Probably the fact that we’re not connected to any big crime out in space besides you?” Carlos quipped. “We sell you out.” He grinned at Yondu.

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Yondu hums a bit as they cook and eat beasie worms. He turns looking at carlos and smiles.

Carlos caught Yondu’s eye and smiled back. “Hey, you,” he said quietly.

Smiles back. “You know I’ve been waiting for my welcome back hug or kiss. Still haven’t gotten one. Should I be offended?” Teases.

Carlos thought that was a bit forward. But then he realized that Yondu was probably teasing. “I dunno… it’s up to you if you want to be offended.”

Yondu laughs and rolls his ruby eyes. “Watch it cutie. I might just get offended and do something to rectify it.” Smirks.

“Oh no – Lord help me,” Carlos chuckled.

“How’s it coming, Yondu?” Edwardo asked suddenly. “Is the salad thoroughly tossed?”

Yondu nods and sets the tossed salad to the side before going over to carlos and kissing him deep then goes back to helping chop vegtables for another dish Eduardo was cooking.

Carlos yiped when he was grabbed and he clutched onto Yondu’s sleeve as he was kissed. When he was let go Carlos just sat there, dazed. Edwardo just smirked and chuckled lowly .

“Those are potatoes,” he told Yondu. “When you’ve cubed them, throw them in with the meat here.”

Yondu nods then smirks as he whistles and the potatoes are cubed with the arrow although not perfect squares but good enough. “Arrows clean little blast of radiation heat and it’s good and… no it’s not a bad radiation. Won’t hurt ya.”

“Oh, really?” Edwardo asked. “It’s not going to turn us into green rage monsters?” he chuckled. He picked up one of the bits of potato to look at it, not at all scared about possible radiation. “Oh, it’s warm… not cooked, but warm.”

“It moves too fast most of the times to cook,” Carlos said. “But he could make it hotter if he wanted to.”

Yondu smirks and whistles making the arrow fly then makes a slightly different whistleand the arrow is covered in flames.

“Ooh!” Edwardo exclaimed in awe. “Amazing! Can you dice the onion?” He removed a half-onion from a cellophane wrap and put it down on the cutting board for Yondu.

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Yondu hums a bit as they cook and eat beasie worms. He turns looking at carlos and smiles.

Carlos caught Yondu’s eye and smiled back. “Hey, you,” he said quietly.

Smiles back. “You know I’ve been waiting for my welcome back hug or kiss. Still haven’t gotten one. Should I be offended?” Teases.

Carlos thought that was a bit forward. But then he realized that Yondu was probably teasing. “I dunno… it’s up to you if you want to be offended.”

Yondu laughs and rolls his ruby eyes. “Watch it cutie. I might just get offended and do something to rectify it.” Smirks.

“Oh no – Lord help me,” Carlos chuckled.

“How’s it coming, Yondu?” Edwardo asked suddenly. “Is the salad thoroughly tossed?”

Yondu nods and sets the tossed salad to the side before going over to carlos and kissing him deep then goes back to helping chop vegtables for another dish Eduardo was cooking.

Carlos yiped when he was grabbed and he clutched onto Yondu’s sleeve as he was kissed. When he was let go Carlos just sat there, dazed. Edwardo just smirked and chuckled lowly .

“Those are potatoes,” he told Yondu. “When you’ve cubed them, throw them in with the meat here.”

Yondu nods then smirks as he whistles and the potatoes are cubed with the arrow although not perfect squares but good enough. “Arrows clean little blast of radiation heat and it’s good and… no it’s not a bad radiation. Won’t hurt ya.”

“Oh, really?” Edwardo asked. “It’s not going to turn us into green rage monsters?” he chuckled. He picked up one of the bits of potato to look at it, not at all scared about possible radiation. “Oh, it’s warm… not cooked, but warm.”

“It moves too fast most of the times to cook,” Carlos said. “But he could make it hotter if he wanted to.”

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Yondu hums a bit as they cook and eat beasie worms. He turns looking at carlos and smiles.

Carlos caught Yondu’s eye and smiled back. “Hey, you,” he said quietly.

Smiles back. “You know I’ve been waiting for my welcome back hug or kiss. Still haven’t gotten one. Should I be offended?” Teases.

Carlos thought that was a bit forward. But then he realized that Yondu was probably teasing. “I dunno… it’s up to you if you want to be offended.”

Yondu laughs and rolls his ruby eyes. “Watch it cutie. I might just get offended and do something to rectify it.” Smirks.

“Oh no – Lord help me,” Carlos chuckled.

“How’s it coming, Yondu?” Edwardo asked suddenly. “Is the salad thoroughly tossed?”