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Hey, Maximum Max? You doing okay, buddy?

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*laying face down in the dirt* yeah, why do you ask?

*frowns, but kneels down and pats his shoulder* You’re in the dirt, buddy. Come on… get up.

i don’t really wanna.. *he mumbles, shifting so he can at least see Carlos*

A bed will be much more comfortable, and cleaner, I promise. *he smiles at Max when the kid looks at him*

i thought about it but part of me is afraid to move..  *he wipes dirt and tears off his face*

*Carlos’ smile drops* I’m sorry to hear that, buddy… want me to carry you?

*he shrugs* i guess.. probably better then laying in the dirt for hours…

*he rolls Max into one arm and once he has a hold on the boy he stands up, cradling him close* Let’s get you to your tent, pal, huh?

*he loosely clung to Carlos as he stood up, still shaking softly as he nodded* ..okay

*Carlos rubs Max’s shoulder as he walks him over to his tent.* Do you have a different shirt you can change into so you don’t get dirt in your cot?

no.. all the others got wrecked so i had to get rid of them *he sighed softly* i’ve been meaning to get new ones

Oh… well, that’s something we’ll do soon. At least take off your hoodie so you don’t overheat, okay buddy? *he carries Max into the tent and gently sets him down on the cot*

*he hesitates before nodding again, pulling off his hoodie and tossing it aside. before he pulled his blanket over himself, Carlos could see he was wearing more bandages then normal*

*Carlos frowned slightly. He picked up Max’s hoodie and shook it out before folding it and setting it down at the foot of the bed.* Do you just wanna sleep, Max? Or do you wanna talk about anything?

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Carlos smiled at him again. “Well, I have a specially enchanted lock on my suitcase, and my wallet was crafted by an old Native American witch with an enchantment that allows it to bite the hand of anybody who is not its owner,” he started to explain. “Granted, it was a bit of a bitch to get that thing used to me, but once it was it works like a charm.” He looked out the windshield ahead of them. “But… all in all… I don’t think you’re a bad guy. I guess I sorta find you trustworthy. Maybe because Ham looked like a sweetheart, despite my allergy to him.”

“That’s fuckin’ hilarious, have you ever seen someone get bit by that thing?” He laughed, glancing over briefly. “Of course it’s the dog that won ya over, he wins everyone over. I appreciate you sayin’ all that, can’t say I find myself all that great a person, but I do my best, y’know? I promise I won’t steal anything from you anyway, ain’t exactly my style and I’d hate to sour your opinion of our lovely country by fuckin’ you over, heh.”

Carlos laughed. “Yeah, because the image of your country rests solely on your shoulders!” he countered. “Man, if I was that petty then that sandwich shop I would have done in my opinion. As for my wallet… unfortunately, I’ve been the only one bitten so far. And my brother too, when I forgot that it actually bit people and asked him to grab my driver’s license for me once. But actual pick-pockets, no. I guess it’s usually too far down in my pocket for any no-maj to reach. They don’t expect expanded pockets, after all…”

Starways to Hell

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“Uhhhhhh
you know something….. I dunno….. I honestly have no clue where they
come from… where ever they come from it’s covered in these things…
because these things don’t die until you eat them…”

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Peter keeps crying calling for his mother curling around himself in a tight ball. “I want my momma… I want her back!”

“Oh really? I wonder if Carlos has had a chance to study them. He doesn’t usually work with animals, but I’m very curious…”

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Carlos quickly got in to send the woman away. “I’m so sorry – he’s been having a bad day. We’ve got him now though, we’ll take care of him.”

Mikey positioned himself in front of Kraglin and Peter to deter people from stopping and looking.

Kraglin scooted closer to Peter and put an arm around his shoulder. “Peter… come on, Petey… Look at me. I’m right here, buddy.”

Peter shakes his head as he continues to sob. “I want to go home……. I don’t want to be a ravager anymore. I want to go home…. to grandpa… grandma…… to….. to……. Momma……. home to momma….”

“She ain’t here, Pete,” Kraglin told him softly. “She’s gone. It’s just me, Kraglin. And Yondu… Yondu’s back at the house, remember?”

Sniffs and lets out a heart wrenching sob. “I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!!” Flies into a full out panic attack and emotional break down screaming into his knees and pulling at his hair while hyperventilating.

Kraglin grabbed Peter’s wrists and tried to yank them away from his hair. He put his arms around Pete’s shoulders and hugged him tightly, trying to act as a buffer between Peter and his own hands.

“We should get him in the car and back home,” Carlos said. “I… Jesus, I had no idea it could get this bad.”

“Does this happen often?” Mikey asked Carlos, trying not to sound alarmed.

“Not very, but we’re on Earth now so this is a huge change in circumstances…*

Peter panting hard and fast fingers clenching into the back of kraglins coat whole body shaking moments from completely shattering and losing himself.

Kraglin just held him, shushing gently and rocking him a bit. “M’here, Pete… Krags is here…”

“Mikey, can you run and buy a bag of Cheetos?” Carlos asked.

“Why?” asked Mikey.

“It’s familiar – it might help ground him.”

Mikey nodded and quickly sprinted away.

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

Well I don’t know, you’re the scientist, I only have like 4.

Ah. Well, let’s start with just one then, and see how fast it dissolves. Since this is cold water, what do you hypothesize?

That’s like a science guess right? Uhh things dissolve faster with hot water, right? So would it pretty much be the opposite?

That’s a great theory! *he looks at his watch to get the time.* It’s 3:20 in the afternoon right now… so that’s our start time.

*max nods. He puts the pod into the water and sits by the pot*

*now here’s the boring part, Carlos thought. He wondered how long this would keep Max’s attention* So… how have things been going in camp, Max? Anything interesting happen?

Hey, Maximum Max? You doing okay, buddy?

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*laying face down in the dirt* yeah, why do you ask?

*frowns, but kneels down and pats his shoulder* You’re in the dirt, buddy. Come on… get up.

i don’t really wanna.. *he mumbles, shifting so he can at least see Carlos*

A bed will be much more comfortable, and cleaner, I promise. *he smiles at Max when the kid looks at him*

i thought about it but part of me is afraid to move..  *he wipes dirt and tears off his face*

*Carlos’ smile drops* I’m sorry to hear that, buddy… want me to carry you?

*he shrugs* i guess.. probably better then laying in the dirt for hours…

*he rolls Max into one arm and once he has a hold on the boy he stands up, cradling him close* Let’s get you to your tent, pal, huh?

*he loosely clung to Carlos as he stood up, still shaking softly as he nodded* ..okay

*Carlos rubs Max’s shoulder as he walks him over to his tent.* Do you have a different shirt you can change into so you don’t get dirt in your cot?

no.. all the others got wrecked so i had to get rid of them *he sighed softly* i’ve been meaning to get new ones

Oh… well, that’s something we’ll do soon. At least take off your hoodie so you don’t overheat, okay buddy? *he carries Max into the tent and gently sets him down on the cot*

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

Well I don’t know, you’re the scientist, I only have like 4.

Ah. Well, let’s start with just one then, and see how fast it dissolves. Since this is cold water, what do you hypothesize?

That’s like a science guess right? Uhh things dissolve faster with hot water, right? So would it pretty much be the opposite?

That’s a great theory! *he looks at his watch to get the time.* It’s 3:20 in the afternoon right now… so that’s our start time.

Hey, Maximum Max? You doing okay, buddy?

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*laying face down in the dirt* yeah, why do you ask?

*frowns, but kneels down and pats his shoulder* You’re in the dirt, buddy. Come on… get up.

i don’t really wanna.. *he mumbles, shifting so he can at least see Carlos*

A bed will be much more comfortable, and cleaner, I promise. *he smiles at Max when the kid looks at him*

i thought about it but part of me is afraid to move..  *he wipes dirt and tears off his face*

*Carlos’ smile drops* I’m sorry to hear that, buddy… want me to carry you?

*he shrugs* i guess.. probably better then laying in the dirt for hours…

*he rolls Max into one arm and once he has a hold on the boy he stands up, cradling him close* Let’s get you to your tent, pal, huh?

*he loosely clung to Carlos as he stood up, still shaking softly as he nodded* ..okay

*Carlos rubs Max’s shoulder as he walks him over to his tent.* Do you have a different shirt you can change into so you don’t get dirt in your cot?

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

Well I don’t know, you’re the scientist, I only have like 4.

Ah. Well, let’s start with just one then, and see how fast it dissolves. Since this is cold water, what do you hypothesize?

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?