*screams at icon* Oh wait – Hey Max!
David’s an idiot, my quote on quote ‘friends’ hate me, and nothing matters anyway.
Why do you think your friends hate you, Max?
Tag: carlos
“Ill
bring the caaptured animels to nughtvale.” arsenic said “ssorry about
the slluwwing of ma words, i havent slept in like, three days.”Carlos was surprised to hear this. “Oh my God, are you okay?” he asked. “Why haven’t you slept?”
“Beecause,” arsenic said “thee luves of many in nughtvale are more importand than my one life. Alsoo ill be fine, ive stuyd up alot to build roobuts back hoome.”
“How are you going to do anything, though?” Carlos said. “You ought to be well rested shouldn’t you?”
Starways to Hell
“Seriously
though…. think about my offer. You can take what ever you want… or
everything with you… my human looking crew will help you move it if you
wanted…. but anyway….” tried to stifle a yawn and fails. “Sleep… “Mr Ramon smiled at Yondu. “Thank you, Yondu,” he said. “Go on – head to bed. You too, Carlos.”
“Okay, Dad,” Carlos said with a smile. He went over to take Yondu’s arm. “C’mon – you can borrow some of my clothes,” he said and led the other back to his room.
Yondu just strips off his top layers and flops down on the bed moving over for Carlos to join him after he kicked off his boots. “You know…. I was going to fear your family would be annoying. I’m happy to say I was wrong. They are pleasant…”
Carlos smiled as he gathered up Yondu’s clothes. “I feel a little bit offended,” he said honestly. “But I’m glad that your opinion of them is different. Thank you.” He smiled at Yondu. “Gimme a second, I’ll go hang these up and get changed – I’m still all wet.”
Yondu looks over at him and whistles the arrow flying spins around carlos quickly storing up some heat and dries him.
Carlos yelped out of shock and he stood stock-still as the red vortex around him grew hotter and hotter. He blinked, confused but looked down at himself. He seemed to indeed be dry. And there was a fresh-out-of-the-dryer warmth to his clothes.
“I’ve probably asked this before… but that thing’s not radioactive, is it?” he asked YOndu, referring to the arrow.
Yondu chuckles. “No… it’s not… the red is just the color of the Yaka crystal inside and it generates heat. I can even set the arrow on fire if I want.”
Carlos blinked. “Oh… really?” he asked. He started to fold Yondu’s clothes and put them on his dresser. “What is the Yaka crystal? Where does it come from?”
“It’s a crystal Metal from my home planet…. kinda like my mechanical fin. Makes a connection to the arrow with whistles.”
“Oh,” said Carlos. He started to pull off his jacket and his tee. “Do… I mean, did Centaurians get implants done for these things? Or… what?”
“No just me. The implant used to be a fleshy fin… tail and thin…. but the kree sawed it off as punishment for failing them…. got this in place of it…. a experiment of there’s… to bad for them it worked…. “
Carlos looked at him, shocked. “Jesus… I think I remember you telling me you had a real fin. God, I’m so sorry.” He put his shirt over a chair and came to sit on the bed.
When he came close he grabbed him yanking him on the bed with him and snuggles at him and kisses him squirming until he was comfortable and settles down face pressed against his chest. “Don’t worry about it. I’m ok now.”
Carlos yelped a little out of surprise at being pulled in. He blinked down at Yondu and chuckled softly. “Hey… buddy, I’m still wearing pants. They’re not jeans, but they’re still a bit annoying to sleep in. Can I… can I get some sleeping pants on?” Carlos’ anxiety was starting to crawl up his back. How was sleeping going to work? He still wasn’t sleeping well in the ship… it wouldn’t magically be better on Earth, would it? He could even feel just the atmospheric change and who knew what it was doing to his head.
*swoops in* CONFISCATION BY (pseudo)PARENT *takes away flask with a deep Disappointed™ frown*
*confused Max sound???* okay, maybe you’re the one’s who drunk because that- *points to cup* is a sippy cup full of orange juice
*he holds back a chuckle* most have really sucked..
*gives him a look* Yeah, laugh it up, fuzz-head. Allergies are hilarious. I would have laughed, but I had a hard time breathing. *he smirks slightly, so it’s obvious he’s only teasing*
fuzz-head..? *he shakes his head slightly* can’t lie though, imagining someone you look up to being all teary and sneeze-y is kinda funny
You would have at least handed me a bottle of Claritin while you were laughing, right? *he’s still smiling* And yeah – you got all that hair on your head.
*he smiles slightly* yeah i guess .. and my hair is uncontrollible curly, there’s nothing that can be done about it… *he chuckles*
*chuckles as well and reaches down to ruffle his hair* A man after my own hair. But there is something that can be done – mousse is nice. Not the pudding, the other mousse. Not the hooved kind either.
*as Carlos ruffles his hair, he finds half a comb ? weird- Max tilts his head confusedly* ‘mousse’? what’s that?
*frowns at the comb and starts to play with the broken teeth* Well, it’s a sort of soft substance for your hair. It’s not hard like gel or hairspray though – it’s kind of like shaving cream, but lighter? It doesn’t froth when you rub it in your hands. It just… it’s a lighter alternative.
Remember me???
*screams at icon* Oh wait – Hey Max!
Hi. So you do remember me? That’s funny, people usually don’t.
Admittedly your icon threw me off, buddy. I haven’t seen you in a bit though. How are you?
Dead inside. As usual. What abut you?
I…. I’m okay. Um… what do you mean dead inside?
*he glares* what the fuck do you think I mean? You appear to be a relatively intelligent guy, figure it out.
*this irks Carlos* Hey! – Okay, Max? I want you to lose the tone – there’s no need for you to speak to me in this way. What is it, buddy? What’s going on?
Absolutely nothing. Nothing happens ever.
Max… I’m really not appreciating this sarcasm. I’d like to know if I can help you out.
I don’t need ‘help’. Nothings wrong.
Don’t you wanna at least get it off your chest? And if you’re not willing to let me help, then I don’t want to hear your sass.
*max looks away* I-I’m fine.
*Carlos softens up some.* Clearly you’re not. C’mon, Max… what is it? What’s wrong?
*max puts the hood of his hoodie up* it’s nothing. I don’t wanna bother you.
But it’s bothering you. Max, I promise – I’m not going to judge you or anything.
It’s stupid…it’s just…life…y’know?
*kneels down in front of him* What’s happening in life, Max?
*max covers his face with his hoodie* I-it’s nothing… *max stop lying you idiot Carlos just wants to help*
Maxy… I’m right here. You can tell me.
I…I…don’t know how…
Okay. Well… did something happen recently?
*he hesitates* no. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter anyway.
I’m trying to help you, Max. I’m trying to ask small questions so you don’t feel like you’re letting it all out at once. Go ahead…
Camp sucks and I want to leave, but home sucks too, so it’s a double negative…
Okay. *he sighs – this sounded like it was going to be tough* So… what sucks about camp?
Remember me???
*screams at icon* Oh wait – Hey Max!
Hi. So you do remember me? That’s funny, people usually don’t.
Admittedly your icon threw me off, buddy. I haven’t seen you in a bit though. How are you?
Dead inside. As usual. What abut you?
I…. I’m okay. Um… what do you mean dead inside?
*he glares* what the fuck do you think I mean? You appear to be a relatively intelligent guy, figure it out.
*this irks Carlos* Hey! – Okay, Max? I want you to lose the tone – there’s no need for you to speak to me in this way. What is it, buddy? What’s going on?
Absolutely nothing. Nothing happens ever.
Max… I’m really not appreciating this sarcasm. I’d like to know if I can help you out.
I don’t need ‘help’. Nothings wrong.
Don’t you wanna at least get it off your chest? And if you’re not willing to let me help, then I don’t want to hear your sass.
*max looks away* I-I’m fine.
*Carlos softens up some.* Clearly you’re not. C’mon, Max… what is it? What’s wrong?
*max puts the hood of his hoodie up* it’s nothing. I don’t wanna bother you.
But it’s bothering you. Max, I promise – I’m not going to judge you or anything.
It’s stupid…it’s just…life…y’know?
*kneels down in front of him* What’s happening in life, Max?
*max covers his face with his hoodie* I-it’s nothing… *max stop lying you idiot Carlos just wants to help*
Maxy… I’m right here. You can tell me.
I…I…don’t know how…
Okay. Well… did something happen recently?
*he hesitates* no. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter anyway.
I’m trying to help you, Max. I’m trying to ask small questions so you don’t feel like you’re letting it all out at once. Go ahead…
*swoops in* CONFISCATION BY (pseudo)PARENT *takes away flask with a deep Disappointed™ frown*
*confused Max sound???* okay, maybe you’re the one’s who drunk because that- *points to cup* is a sippy cup full of orange juice
*he holds back a chuckle* most have really sucked..
*gives him a look* Yeah, laugh it up, fuzz-head. Allergies are hilarious. I would have laughed, but I had a hard time breathing. *he smirks slightly, so it’s obvious he’s only teasing*
fuzz-head..? *he shakes his head slightly* can’t lie though, imagining someone you look up to being all teary and sneeze-y is kinda funny
You would have at least handed me a bottle of Claritin while you were laughing, right? *he’s still smiling* And yeah – you got all that hair on your head.
*he smiles slightly* yeah i guess .. and my hair is uncontrollible curly, there’s nothing that can be done about it… *he chuckles*
*chuckles as well and reaches down to ruffle his hair* A man after my own hair. But there is something that can be done – mousse is nice. Not the pudding, the other mousse. Not the hooved kind either.
Remember me???
*screams at icon* Oh wait – Hey Max!
Hi. So you do remember me? That’s funny, people usually don’t.
Admittedly your icon threw me off, buddy. I haven’t seen you in a bit though. How are you?
Dead inside. As usual. What abut you?
I…. I’m okay. Um… what do you mean dead inside?
*he glares* what the fuck do you think I mean? You appear to be a relatively intelligent guy, figure it out.
*this irks Carlos* Hey! – Okay, Max? I want you to lose the tone – there’s no need for you to speak to me in this way. What is it, buddy? What’s going on?
Absolutely nothing. Nothing happens ever.
Max… I’m really not appreciating this sarcasm. I’d like to know if I can help you out.
I don’t need ‘help’. Nothings wrong.
Don’t you wanna at least get it off your chest? And if you’re not willing to let me help, then I don’t want to hear your sass.
*max looks away* I-I’m fine.
*Carlos softens up some.* Clearly you’re not. C’mon, Max… what is it? What’s wrong?
*max puts the hood of his hoodie up* it’s nothing. I don’t wanna bother you.
But it’s bothering you. Max, I promise – I’m not going to judge you or anything.
It’s stupid…it’s just…life…y’know?
*kneels down in front of him* What’s happening in life, Max?
*max covers his face with his hoodie* I-it’s nothing… *max stop lying you idiot Carlos just wants to help*
Maxy… I’m right here. You can tell me.
I…I…don’t know how…
Okay. Well… did something happen recently?
Starways to Hell
“Seriously
though…. think about my offer. You can take what ever you want… or
everything with you… my human looking crew will help you move it if you
wanted…. but anyway….” tried to stifle a yawn and fails. “Sleep… “Mr Ramon smiled at Yondu. “Thank you, Yondu,” he said. “Go on – head to bed. You too, Carlos.”
“Okay, Dad,” Carlos said with a smile. He went over to take Yondu’s arm. “C’mon – you can borrow some of my clothes,” he said and led the other back to his room.
Yondu just strips off his top layers and flops down on the bed moving over for Carlos to join him after he kicked off his boots. “You know…. I was going to fear your family would be annoying. I’m happy to say I was wrong. They are pleasant…”
Carlos smiled as he gathered up Yondu’s clothes. “I feel a little bit offended,” he said honestly. “But I’m glad that your opinion of them is different. Thank you.” He smiled at Yondu. “Gimme a second, I’ll go hang these up and get changed – I’m still all wet.”
Yondu looks over at him and whistles the arrow flying spins around carlos quickly storing up some heat and dries him.
Carlos yelped out of shock and he stood stock-still as the red vortex around him grew hotter and hotter. He blinked, confused but looked down at himself. He seemed to indeed be dry. And there was a fresh-out-of-the-dryer warmth to his clothes.
“I’ve probably asked this before… but that thing’s not radioactive, is it?” he asked YOndu, referring to the arrow.
Yondu chuckles. “No… it’s not… the red is just the color of the Yaka crystal inside and it generates heat. I can even set the arrow on fire if I want.”
Carlos blinked. “Oh… really?” he asked. He started to fold Yondu’s clothes and put them on his dresser. “What is the Yaka crystal? Where does it come from?”
“It’s a crystal Metal from my home planet…. kinda like my mechanical fin. Makes a connection to the arrow with whistles.”
“Oh,” said Carlos. He started to pull off his jacket and his tee. “Do… I mean, did Centaurians get implants done for these things? Or… what?”
“No just me. The implant used to be a fleshy fin… tail and thin…. but the kree sawed it off as punishment for failing them…. got this in place of it…. a experiment of there’s… to bad for them it worked…. “
Carlos looked at him, shocked. “Jesus… I think I remember you telling me you had a real fin. God, I’m so sorry.” He put his shirt over a chair and came to sit on the bed.
“Ill
bring the caaptured animels to nughtvale.” arsenic said “ssorry about
the slluwwing of ma words, i havent slept in like, three days.”
Carlos was surprised to hear this. “Oh my God, are you okay?” he asked. “Why haven’t you slept?”
The Perfect Scientist 