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What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.

No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.

Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.

*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*

Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.

That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.

Huh, that makes sense, actually.

Ugh, the garlic salt is full? Really? That’s the easiest to use, my dad says! Okay… whatever… *keeps looking. Finally finds a first aid kit…. right next to some rat poison.* That’s concerning…. Let’s hope the bandaids aren’t loose.

*Max shrugs* huh, woulda thought we’ve gotten rid of that. There should be like, some sort of neosporin and band-aids. That’s about it.

*looks in the kit. The bandaids aren’t in a box, but they’re individually wrapped and not soaked through with anything. He found the generic antibiotic as well and an alcohol swab* Okay, we’re in business. Max? Can you roll up your pant leg for me?

Yeah, sure. *he rolls up the legy with the ripped knee, trying his best to avoid the cut* Be careful with that antibiotic stuff, the shit stings.

The alcohol swab is going to sting worse, Max. Sorry in advance. *he pulls on some scientific gloves from his pocket and then tears open the alcohol swab packet. He takes the swab and gently starts to dab at the scratch*

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

I just wanted to make a point. I…

What kind of point?

I just wanted to…just…not exist…

*frowns* Max, this is even more reason to talk to your counselors. I understand if you don’t want to, but in any case your safety is in danger.

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Carlos wasn’t really sure if Hancock was being wholly
truthful, with regards to how other people reacted. You can’t just… not care about that sort of thing,
right? And he was so anxious and frightened, worried that Carlos might do the
same thing, that it made Carlos believe that other people’s reactions affected
him. At least a bit.

But Carlos had to be honest. He didn’t want to be – GOD! He wished he could just ignore it
right off the bat and pretend he wasn’t weirded out by this – but he cared too
much about Hancock to try to keep him uninformed about what was really going on
in his own head.

“Hancock… I care about you a lot,” he said softly. “And I
don’t want this to get between us.” He took a deep breath – but he tried to keep
it short so Hancock didn’t have too much time to fret. “This’ll take me a bit
to get used to,” he admitted slowly. “I’m so sorry about that – I mean, I want
to be okay with this right away, but… it’s… tough. I just… I just need to
remind myself that you’re not in pain or… anything. It’s not your fault at all –
I’m going to do my damnest to get over thi- I mean, over myself. O- okay? I’m – I’m so sorry if that’s not what you want to
hear, b-but I wanna be honest and I don’t wanna make you feel bad or anything
and it’s not your fault and I’m sorry I’m just having trouble with this and –
and- shit – fuck, I should stop
talking, I’m so sorry!”

Carlos wasn’t sure what happened at the end. Something in
his emotions just… lurched and he started to babble and he couldn’t stop it and…
God damn, he hoped Hancock wasn’t getting anxious from him.

Starways to Hell

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“Uhhhhh….. no they don’t and…… Kraglin knows how to strip one for parts…. as for how to operate it….I don’t think so….”

Carlos frowned. “Maybe we oughtta pick them up rather than just wait for them to come to the house,” he suggested. “Dad has a car we can drive. My Driver’s license shouldn’t be expired. I think.”

Looks at him. “And… how am I supposed to hide? You want me to come out in daylight?” Looks at him nerviously.

“Uh– oh…” Carlos said softly. “I’m sorry, I forgot about that. Um… maybe Mikey and I can go. And you can stay here with Dad?”

“Yeah…. they should be next to my ship….and I’ll hang out with your old man. Who knows I might be able to help him out around here or something.”

Carlos smiled at him. “Like planning for lunch or dinner – you know better about what the boys can eat so it’d be a great help. Speaking of which… should we go get some breakfast?”

Yondu nods and looks at him with a sigh before tugging him into a light kiss before pulling back and heads down stairs to the dinning table. “Something smells delicious in here. Morning wheels. How are you?”

Mikey looked up from his plate, blinking a little sleepily. But he grinned and waved. “Hey, Eiffel 65! I’m not too bad!”

“Mikey, don’t make references Mr Yondu can’t understand,” Mr Ramon chided gently with a smile.

“He’ll understand them soon, I promise!” Mikey said with a grin. “Hey – sit down, you guys. Dad went all out this morning.”

“Of course I did! I’ve got four grown men to feed!” Mr Ramon laughed. “And a homecoming to celebrate as well! This’ll be the first breakfast since last Easter that we’ve all had with Carlos.”

Yondu smiles a bit about to sit then blinks at the door as someone knocks on it. His com beeps a few times and he answers. “Peter?”

“Heya! Hope we’re at the right house. I’m tired! Krags dragged me out of bed! And the hike… seriously!”

“Carlos was going to come pick you both up. You were supposed to call me before you got here.” Smirks at the silence then the loud whine of exhasperstion.

Mikey sighed and backed away from the table. “I’ll get the door… you guys hide in case it’s one of our neighbors.”

Carlos took Yondu’s arm and pulled him so that they weren’t in view of the front door. “Is Kraglin with you, Pete?” he asked through the comm.

“I ain’t lettin’ his ass outta sight on a planet like this,” Kraglin responded. “He still probably has a wanted status here…”

Mr Ramon frowned at that, but didn’t say anything.

Peter groans. “I came back once and a group of punk teens thought I looked weird so I taught them a lesson… so sue me…”

Yondu rolls his eyes and peeks to see who Mikey was opening the door for and sighs seeing it was just his two idiot boys.

Kraglin was mildly surprised at the sight of Mikey, but his expression quickly returned to stoicism. “This is… the Ramon house, yeah?” he asked.

Mikey blinked up at him. “Yeah, it is,” he said. “Can I help you?”

Kraglin huffed softly. “Carlos and Yondu – they’re here, right?”

“Oh! Yeah, come in!” Mikey backed away a bit for the two and offered his hand. “I’m Mikey – I’m Carlos’ brother.”

Peter shoved Kraglin over and out of the way. “Yo wheels! What’s shakin! Ohh I smell food! Krags get off the floor bro! They got food! Like good good food!!”

Kraglin growled at the boy, a practically murderous glare in his eyes. He pushed himself up and reached out, quickly pulling him into a headlock. “You little shit – where the hell‘s yer decency??” He snarled.

Mikey was so surprised that he started to wheel back. “Uh…”

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You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.

@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*

*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i promise not to rob anymore stores…

*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*

y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…

I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.

i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…

Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?

i don’t trust myself i just don’t…

Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…

*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*

*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*

*he hesitates before taking Carlos’ hand and walking back to his tent, yawning ocasionally*

*Carlos is silent, not sure if Max wants to talk about anything else right then. They would go at Max’s pace.*

*he was quiet for awhile til they were almost at his tent, his voice still almost a whisper* do you remember the shadow people?

*he frowns. Yeah, he remembered.* Yeah, Max. Did… has something happened?

i think they decided they don’t like you anymore… *he stepped into his tent*

*Carlos was confused* They don’t like me… anymore? As in they had liked me before? Or did they just say they don’t like me?

they were mostly relaxed around you before but now.. *he sits on the edge of his bed and shrugs* they keep hissing at you

Do you know why? *closes the tent and goes to sit on the other cot across from Max.*

nope-* he pulls off his hoodie* it’s weird though, i’ve never seen them act like this..

Hissing, you mean?

yeah *he lays down* 

Hm… um, okay then. Try to relax, Max. I’ll be here… *And he’ll figure out what to ground Max from*

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What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.

No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.

Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.

*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*

Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.

That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.

Huh, that makes sense, actually.

Ugh, the garlic salt is full? Really? That’s the easiest to use, my dad says! Okay… whatever… *keeps looking. Finally finds a first aid kit…. right next to some rat poison.* That’s concerning…. Let’s hope the bandaids aren’t loose.

*Max shrugs* huh, woulda thought we’ve gotten rid of that. There should be like, some sort of neosporin and band-aids. That’s about it.

*looks in the kit. The bandaids aren’t in a box, but they’re individually wrapped and not soaked through with anything. He found the generic antibiotic as well and an alcohol swab* Okay, we’re in business. Max? Can you roll up your pant leg for me?

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You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.

@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*

*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i promise not to rob anymore stores…

*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*

y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…

I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.

i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…

Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?

i don’t trust myself i just don’t…

Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…

*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*

*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*

*he hesitates before taking Carlos’ hand and walking back to his tent, yawning ocasionally*

*Carlos is silent, not sure if Max wants to talk about anything else right then. They would go at Max’s pace.*

*he was quiet for awhile til they were almost at his tent, his voice still almost a whisper* do you remember the shadow people?

*he frowns. Yeah, he remembered.* Yeah, Max. Did… has something happened?

i think they decided they don’t like you anymore… *he stepped into his tent*

*Carlos was confused* They don’t like me… anymore? As in they had liked me before? Or did they just say they don’t like me?

they were mostly relaxed around you before but now.. *he sits on the edge of his bed and shrugs* they keep hissing at you

Do you know why? *closes the tent and goes to sit on the other cot across from Max.*

nope-* he pulls off his hoodie* it’s weird though, i’ve never seen them act like this..

Hissing, you mean?

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Trying to find the best way to set it on fire.

Oh, that’s – hey, wait… don’t do that. That’s very dangerous, and also very illegal.

Well, I want to die, but I also want this stupid fucking camp to burn with me.

…. Jesus…

Um, I don’t think you mean that, kiddo. That’s a very permanent, uh… ‘solution’ for whatever problem you’re facing. Hey, do you have a name?

It’s max. And I can tell you with certainty that I do mean that. I even managed to snag a bottle of lighter fluid and some matches.

What? Oh my god – okay, look, son, I now you think you mean it, but you’re, what… you’re only nine? You’re young! You don’t wanna make that mistake, believe me!

I’m not fucking nine! This isn’t a mistake! This is what has to happen!

Kid – Max – is there something going on at the camp that’s angering you? What is it that is making you unhappy? Please – you can tell me.

I don’t even know you. Why do you care anyway?

For one, I’m also in this forest. But I have a daughter about your, um… size. I know that when you’re angry it can seem like the end of the world.

*maxs head snaps up quickly* *he glares at carlos* are you saying that just because I’m young a short term anger will make me do this? That’s stupid. This isn’t because of some small inconvienece. This is way bigger than you think. Now if you’ll excuse me… *max tries to walk away*

Wait – stop! *He walks up and grabs the kid by the hoodie, pulling him up off the ground*

Put me the fuck down. Why does this even matter to you? It’s my life and I do what I want! If I want to burn, then so be it!

As a responsible adult who knows the danger coming, I can’t let you hurt yourself. Or commit arson. Where are the matches and fluid that you said you had?

Nowhere. I’m not telling you. And you can’t make me!

Kid, which camp did you come from? I need you to tell me now.

Camp Campbell. The shittiest of all the camps. I need it to burn. It’s burning, and I’m going with it.

That’s where my daughter is. I’m taking you back and we’re going to speak to your counselors. You need to understand, young man – I am not letting you put my daughter in danger because of your selfish actions!

*max flinches at Carlos’s harsh tone* n-no! Don’t tell the counselors!

You know I have to, Max. You could have caused a lot of damage if you hadn’t come across my tent, you know. *starts to walk down the path, still holding Max’s hoodie in his hand*

*max is silent for a moment* I don’t actually want to hurt anyone. I just…

What is it, kiddo? What’s bothering you? *he’s still walking, but is willing to hear Max out*

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What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.

No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.

Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.

*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*

Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.

That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.

Huh, that makes sense, actually.

Ugh, the garlic salt is full? Really? That’s the easiest to use, my dad says! Okay… whatever… *keeps looking. Finally finds a first aid kit…. right next to some rat poison.* That’s concerning…. Let’s hope the bandaids aren’t loose.