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“Excuse me, I think you’ve dropped this.” (@purifiedmaxx)

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“Uh? Oh, um… thank you….Wait, Max? Is that you?”

“Max? No, i’m not- well, technically I am but, no one calls me that anymore.”

“You’re… you’re not? Wait… you’re not my Max, are you?”

“‘Your’ Max? No, i’m not. You can just… you can just call me Pure.”

“Oh… ah… it’s you.” Carlos wasn’t very thrilled with having finally met this kid. “You can call me Mr Ramon.”

“Oh you’ve… heard of me..?” He tilted his head curiously, though the tone of Carlos’ voice intrigued him.

“Yeah – You took Max out on a robbery spree.”

“I- I never-” He sighed, lowering his head. Lying wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Yes. Yes I did.”

Carlos just hummed. “Where are your parents or guardians? Do they know what you’ve been up to?”

He froze. Parents? Guardians? He simply stared at the ground, tears starting to fill his eyes. “I… I don’t..” He could barely talk, a few teardrops hitting the ground. “I don’t have parents…” He whispered quietly, biting his lip.

Carlos blinked at him. Well, damn… he wasn’t sure what to think of now.

“Who takes care of you, Pure?”

“….no one..” He talked quietly, gently wiping some of his tears.

Carlos just stared at him. “How long has it been like this for you?” he asked calmly.

“I don’t…. know…” He shrugged slightly. “As long as I can remember, really…”

“Do you remember any parents? Or anybody before then?”

He shook his head, still not daring to look at the other.

Carlos just hummed. Okay… now wasn’t the time to push on that subject. “When did you meet Max?”

“A few months ago…” Pure smiled at the thought of Max. “I think it was last year… in October…”

“And what do you think of him, Pure?”

“Excuse me, I think you’ve dropped this.” (@purifiedmaxx)

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“Uh? Oh, um… thank you….Wait, Max? Is that you?”

“Max? No, i’m not- well, technically I am but, no one calls me that anymore.”

“You’re… you’re not? Wait… you’re not my Max, are you?”

“‘Your’ Max? No, i’m not. You can just… you can just call me Pure.”

“Oh… ah… it’s you.” Carlos wasn’t very thrilled with having finally met this kid. “You can call me Mr Ramon.”

“Oh you’ve… heard of me..?” He tilted his head curiously, though the tone of Carlos’ voice intrigued him.

“Yeah – You took Max out on a robbery spree.”

“I- I never-” He sighed, lowering his head. Lying wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Yes. Yes I did.”

Carlos just hummed. “Where are your parents or guardians? Do they know what you’ve been up to?”

He froze. Parents? Guardians? He simply stared at the ground, tears starting to fill his eyes. “I… I don’t..” He could barely talk, a few teardrops hitting the ground. “I don’t have parents…” He whispered quietly, biting his lip.

Carlos blinked at him. Well, damn… he wasn’t sure what to think of now.

“Who takes care of you, Pure?”

“….no one..” He talked quietly, gently wiping some of his tears.

Carlos just stared at him. “How long has it been like this for you?” he asked calmly.

“I don’t…. know…” He shrugged slightly. “As long as I can remember, really…”

“Do you remember any parents? Or anybody before then?”

He shook his head, still not daring to look at the other.

Carlos just hummed. Okay… now wasn’t the time to push on that subject. “When did you meet Max?”

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Well, I’m pretty sure if we add anymore water it’ll be too heavy to move, so, I guess it’s good?

*nods* Alright then. Lemme lift it. Make sure there’s nothing in my way?

Mhm, just a couple of little twigs and rocks, shouldn’t be an issue, right?

Right. Okay, keep an eye out for me bud! *he lifts the pot and starts walking* Where’s a good spot to set this?

Maybe like, next to where we build the fire- hey, watch out for the log.

*Carlos immediately stops* Where is it? *he tries to look around the pot to the ground.”

Like right by your feet, just step over it and you should be all good.

How big is it? *he lifts his foot and tentatively starts poking around at the ground in front of him.*

Probably about uh,, *he puts his hands up* that big? Not very,

*Carlos’ foot finds the log and he gently tries to kick it away out of the way* Okay… moving forward…

You should be good to set it down,

Right here? Okay. *slowly lowers the pot toward the ground*

Yeah, *he grabs a couple of the pods from his hoodie*

Okay. So – *the pot touches Carlos’ foot and suddenly tips forward, spilling half the water and scum out in front of him*

Hm. Well shit.

Oh, shoot! I’m sorry, Max. I’ll go fill it up again – hang on. *he turns around with a sigh and carries the pot with one hand back to the lakeside.*

*Max follows Carlos back to the lake, putting the pods back in his pocket* I could actually help carry it this time.

If you want to… I just need to make sure I’m not setting it down on my foot this time. Heh…

Yeah, it’ll be easier with two people.

It would be… but one of us is less than three feet tall. No offense, but it’d be better if we matched closer in height for that to be really effective.

I’m not that short!

*smiles sympathetically. “I’m sorry, buddy… but you kind of are. That’s okay though – you’re about average for someone your age.

I’m not. I’m below average.

What? Why would you say that? How old are you?

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Well, I’m pretty sure if we add anymore water it’ll be too heavy to move, so, I guess it’s good?

*nods* Alright then. Lemme lift it. Make sure there’s nothing in my way?

Mhm, just a couple of little twigs and rocks, shouldn’t be an issue, right?

Right. Okay, keep an eye out for me bud! *he lifts the pot and starts walking* Where’s a good spot to set this?

Maybe like, next to where we build the fire- hey, watch out for the log.

*Carlos immediately stops* Where is it? *he tries to look around the pot to the ground.”

Like right by your feet, just step over it and you should be all good.

How big is it? *he lifts his foot and tentatively starts poking around at the ground in front of him.*

Probably about uh,, *he puts his hands up* that big? Not very,

*Carlos’ foot finds the log and he gently tries to kick it away out of the way* Okay… moving forward…

You should be good to set it down,

Right here? Okay. *slowly lowers the pot toward the ground*

Yeah, *he grabs a couple of the pods from his hoodie*

Okay. So – *the pot touches Carlos’ foot and suddenly tips forward, spilling half the water and scum out in front of him*

Hm. Well shit.

Oh, shoot! I’m sorry, Max. I’ll go fill it up again – hang on. *he turns around with a sigh and carries the pot with one hand back to the lakeside.*

*Max follows Carlos back to the lake, putting the pods back in his pocket* I could actually help carry it this time.

If you want to… I just need to make sure I’m not setting it down on my foot this time. Heh…

Yeah, it’ll be easier with two people.

It would be… but one of us is less than three feet tall. No offense, but it’d be better if we matched closer in height for that to be really effective.

I’m not that short!

*smiles sympathetically. “I’m sorry, buddy… but you kind of are. That’s okay though – you’re about average for someone your age.

“Excuse me, I think you’ve dropped this.” (@purifiedmaxx)

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“Uh? Oh, um… thank you….Wait, Max? Is that you?”

“Max? No, i’m not- well, technically I am but, no one calls me that anymore.”

“You’re… you’re not? Wait… you’re not my Max, are you?”

“‘Your’ Max? No, i’m not. You can just… you can just call me Pure.”

“Oh… ah… it’s you.” Carlos wasn’t very thrilled with having finally met this kid. “You can call me Mr Ramon.”

“Oh you’ve… heard of me..?” He tilted his head curiously, though the tone of Carlos’ voice intrigued him.

“Yeah – You took Max out on a robbery spree.”

“I- I never-” He sighed, lowering his head. Lying wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Yes. Yes I did.”

Carlos just hummed. “Where are your parents or guardians? Do they know what you’ve been up to?”

He froze. Parents? Guardians? He simply stared at the ground, tears starting to fill his eyes. “I… I don’t..” He could barely talk, a few teardrops hitting the ground. “I don’t have parents…” He whispered quietly, biting his lip.

Carlos blinked at him. Well, damn… he wasn’t sure what to think of now.

“Who takes care of you, Pure?”

“….no one..” He talked quietly, gently wiping some of his tears.

Carlos just stared at him. “How long has it been like this for you?” he asked calmly.

“I don’t…. know…” He shrugged slightly. “As long as I can remember, really…”

“Do you remember any parents? Or anybody before then?”

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Well, I’m pretty sure if we add anymore water it’ll be too heavy to move, so, I guess it’s good?

*nods* Alright then. Lemme lift it. Make sure there’s nothing in my way?

Mhm, just a couple of little twigs and rocks, shouldn’t be an issue, right?

Right. Okay, keep an eye out for me bud! *he lifts the pot and starts walking* Where’s a good spot to set this?

Maybe like, next to where we build the fire- hey, watch out for the log.

*Carlos immediately stops* Where is it? *he tries to look around the pot to the ground.”

Like right by your feet, just step over it and you should be all good.

How big is it? *he lifts his foot and tentatively starts poking around at the ground in front of him.*

Probably about uh,, *he puts his hands up* that big? Not very,

*Carlos’ foot finds the log and he gently tries to kick it away out of the way* Okay… moving forward…

You should be good to set it down,

Right here? Okay. *slowly lowers the pot toward the ground*

Yeah, *he grabs a couple of the pods from his hoodie*

Okay. So – *the pot touches Carlos’ foot and suddenly tips forward, spilling half the water and scum out in front of him*

Hm. Well shit.

Oh, shoot! I’m sorry, Max. I’ll go fill it up again – hang on. *he turns around with a sigh and carries the pot with one hand back to the lakeside.*

*Max follows Carlos back to the lake, putting the pods back in his pocket* I could actually help carry it this time.

If you want to… I just need to make sure I’m not setting it down on my foot this time. Heh…

Yeah, it’ll be easier with two people.

It would be… but one of us is less than three feet tall. No offense, but it’d be better if we matched closer in height for that to be really effective.

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“But you are smart!” Carlos insisted. “It’s no small mental feat to keep this place running! You know who’s who and where their strengths are and you know how to command respect and compliance from people, which is something I could never do. And… and I think you’re very good at reading people as well. Heh, I’m, like… pretty bad at that. I didn’t have the social development I probably should have had outside of interacting with the same forty or so people for over three decades, you know?”

“That comes along with livin’ out here for so long, ya learn to read folks and…. honestly, most of us wastelanders are pretty good manipulators, it ain’t exactly a skill I’m proud of, but it’s a necessary one.” He smiled, patting Carlos on the knee. “Anyway, the point is, I’m not offended. We’ve all got our strengths and I know you’ll catch up on the whole reading people part, it just takes a little more time bein’ out here and experiencin’ this shithole firsthand.”

Carlos shrugged slightly. “Maybe,” he said, though his tone suggested he didn’t think he would.

He continued to take apart the machine, putting aside parts that were usable to be cleaned and tossing broken parts into the far corner. “I’m surprised at how many of these parts survived,” he admitted. “The machine probably hadn’t been used for 200 years before we found it.”

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Well, I’m pretty sure if we add anymore water it’ll be too heavy to move, so, I guess it’s good?

*nods* Alright then. Lemme lift it. Make sure there’s nothing in my way?

Mhm, just a couple of little twigs and rocks, shouldn’t be an issue, right?

Right. Okay, keep an eye out for me bud! *he lifts the pot and starts walking* Where’s a good spot to set this?

Maybe like, next to where we build the fire- hey, watch out for the log.

*Carlos immediately stops* Where is it? *he tries to look around the pot to the ground.”

Like right by your feet, just step over it and you should be all good.

How big is it? *he lifts his foot and tentatively starts poking around at the ground in front of him.*

Probably about uh,, *he puts his hands up* that big? Not very,

*Carlos’ foot finds the log and he gently tries to kick it away out of the way* Okay… moving forward…

You should be good to set it down,

Right here? Okay. *slowly lowers the pot toward the ground*

Yeah, *he grabs a couple of the pods from his hoodie*

Okay. So – *the pot touches Carlos’ foot and suddenly tips forward, spilling half the water and scum out in front of him*

Hm. Well shit.

Oh, shoot! I’m sorry, Max. I’ll go fill it up again – hang on. *he turns around with a sigh and carries the pot with one hand back to the lakeside.*

*Max follows Carlos back to the lake, putting the pods back in his pocket* I could actually help carry it this time.

If you want to… I just need to make sure I’m not setting it down on my foot this time. Heh…

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“Uh? Oh, um… thank you….Wait, Max? Is that you?”

“Max? No, i’m not- well, technically I am but, no one calls me that anymore.”

“You’re… you’re not? Wait… you’re not my Max, are you?”

“‘Your’ Max? No, i’m not. You can just… you can just call me Pure.”

“Oh… ah… it’s you.” Carlos wasn’t very thrilled with having finally met this kid. “You can call me Mr Ramon.”

“Oh you’ve… heard of me..?” He tilted his head curiously, though the tone of Carlos’ voice intrigued him.

“Yeah – You took Max out on a robbery spree.”

“I- I never-” He sighed, lowering his head. Lying wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Yes. Yes I did.”

Carlos just hummed. “Where are your parents or guardians? Do they know what you’ve been up to?”

He froze. Parents? Guardians? He simply stared at the ground, tears starting to fill his eyes. “I… I don’t..” He could barely talk, a few teardrops hitting the ground. “I don’t have parents…” He whispered quietly, biting his lip.

Carlos blinked at him. Well, damn… he wasn’t sure what to think of now.

“Who takes care of you, Pure?”

“….no one..” He talked quietly, gently wiping some of his tears.

Carlos just stared at him. “How long has it been like this for you?” he asked calmly.

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“They killed a buddy of mine…. virtually dissected him infront of me…
killing him while he screamed then died after removing a few of his
organs…..I would have been next but I was able to escape when they had
some power malfunction…”

Edwardo looked at him, frowning sympathetically. “You have said,” he responded with a careful and calm tone. “I am truly sorry that has happened to you… I can’t even imagine that.”

“But I’ve found terrans who…. are really good people. You and your sons….. I’d like to call you a part of my family.”

Edwardo was a bit surprised by Yondu’s statement. He smiled and gave a soft chuckle. “That’s… I think that’s alright, Yondu. You’ve been good to me and my boys – especially Carlos. He seems to like you and trust you well enough. I think we’d be honored for you to consider us ‘family’. Friendship knows no distance, I believe.”

Yondu nods to him and smiles. “Aside from peter and kraglin and three others on my crew Oblo, Tullk and halfnut.. I don’t have anyone else. So this is nice.”

Mr Ramon nodded. “Right,” he agreed with a smile. “Want to help me start lunch? You can tell me more about what Carlos and you all have been up to.”

“Sure! I’ll even split this bag of the best snack in space. Carlos loves them too. Beastie worms!” Pulls out a a bag that looks suspiciously like a alien version of a Cheetoes bag.

Edwardo just looked at it. “What… what is it exactly?” he asked. “I heard you boys trying to explain it, but I don’t know if I understand…”