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A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

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Carlos smiled sheepishly at him. “You’re too kind,” he said softly. “And really… I could ask the same thing. I thought I’d be one of those guys who never got with anyone. You live with only forty people in a vault, it’s highly likely that you won’t be compatible with anyone.”

“Only forty people? Shit man, that’d make me crazy.” He chuckled, shaking his head a bit. Sure, settlements around the Commonwealth weren’t very big, but at least there were other places to go and other people to see. Hell, in Goodneighbor alone there were more than forty people at any given time. “That sounds like a sad life, man. I mean…. well, I’d think you’d end up having to get with someone at some point just to keep the population goin’ if that place is supposed to survive, but shit man…. maybe ya actually lucked out gettin’ stuck up here, there’s hundreds of folks to choose from–– and most importantly me, heh.”

Carlos grinned at him. “Oh, of course – your enigmatic being and charismatic personality are far too apparent to not consider,” he teased, and he leaned in to give Hancock another peck. “The Vault has population standards… only so many kids for the next generation can be made due to the amount of resources to go around. If I wasn’t going to do it because I couldn’t find a partner, someone else was gladly going to take the chance.” He shrugged slightly. “I really thought I just wasn’t going to get along with anyone well enough. I had friends, of course, but… that sort of thing didn’t click with us. Doesn’t mean I didn’t try though.”

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“Alright, gimme a second. Come on in.” Carlos stepped away from the flap of his tent to get his pack.

The tent was set up like a small laboratory with folding tables holding various instruments set up along the walls. There was a small cot in the corner and a lamp hanging in the center of the small ‘room’ the tent made. Carlos grabbed a pack that he used when he was out collecting samples and opened it to make sure he had a first aid kit and some water and snacks.

“How long has this kid been missing?” he asked David as he shut up the pack and pulled it on, getting ready to go.

David was curious about Carlos’s lab but he’s much too anxious about Max to pry. “N-Not long, Max normally storms off when he’s upset. I tried catching up to him but I tripped over one of our camper’s toys.”

“He’s a good kid, just troubled…” And he can’t speak about how worried he is of Max getting lost on his own in the woods. He just can’t handle it.

Carlos nodded, understanding. “I get it… we’ll have to keep our eyes and ears open then, in case he doesn’t actually want to be found.”

Carlos checked his shoes and then grabbed a baseball cap with ‘Science, Bitch’ written on it. He didn’t seem to notice the decal on the hat at all as he ran his hand backwards through his hair and pulled it on.

“Let’s go. Which direction did he go?”

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Yondu thinks snd shrugs. “uhhhh place called misery……. or something. So you know… who wants to live there right. So yeah.”

“Misery?” Mr Ramon asked. “I don’t think I’ve heard of it…. Mikey, put your phone down!”

“I was just gonna look it up really quick,” Mikey explained. “’Misery City’ is a comic book, by the way. I can’t tell if there’s a city named ‘Misery’.”

“We can ask Peter later,” Carlos reminded, though he wondered why he hadn’t asked the kid himself before.

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Yondu
yawns nuzzling his neck before sitting up and stretches back popping.
He sniffs smelling the food and hums a bit. “Hmmm… smells good.” Stands
and waits for Carlos to join him as they head down to eat finding the
table decorated with food. “Ohh.”

Mr Ramon looked up from where he had just placed a tortilla warmer on the table and he grinned at them. “Hello… just a little something I whipped up.”

There was a dish of spicy-smelling ground meat on the table, along with a bowl of shredded cheese, a bowl of chopped lettuce, some sour cream, a small glass bowl of chopped olives, and the tortillas. There was also a pitcher of a pinkish-red juice that looked like Mr Ramon had actually made earlier that week.

Carlos laughed sheepishly. “Dad… this isn’t just something you ‘whip up’.”

Mr Ramon just kept smiling at him. “Well, this is a special ‘whip up’ occasion. It’s not every day my son comes home from being lost… and also getting to meet the person who saved him and brought him home.” Mr Ramon’s voice started to sound a little broken at the end and he cleared his throat, turning away to rub at his eyes.

Yondus fin flashed just a bit sensing the mood shift and can’t help but smile a bit and walk over putting his arm over his shoulders in a kind of hug. “Thanks mr.ramon.” Takes a seat looking at the food and grins. He watched how it was to be done then makes up one himself unsure about the veggies but added them anyway before taking a bite eyes wide then shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

Mr Ramon was a little surprised by the hug, but he smiled and returned it as best he could – one hand was supporting him with his cane still, of course. He settled in his own seat and Mikey rolled up to his side of the table. Carlos sat down in the additional seat – Yondu took his usual one, but he didn’t mind at all.

Looking at Yondu scarf down the soft taco he made Carlos chuckled softly. “Careful – eating the tortillas too fast could give you hiccups,” he said. Carlos took a bite of his own and almost immediately he let out a groan of happiness and longing. “Oh my god,” he murmured, his mouth full. “I missed this so much…”

“What, they don’t have Mexican food in space?” Mikey teased his brother.

Carlos laughed. “No… though some Hraxian dishes have the spice in them that I’m more used to. But it’s closer to Indian than Mexican spice…”

“Yondu, I have some juice here,” Mr Ramon explained to their guest, pointing to the pitcher. “It’s made of pomegranate and grape. It’s not citrus, which was what you described to me… if you’d like you can have a taste. Or I can get you some water instead, or cow’s milk.”

Yondu goes after another taco 🌮 and then goes for some of the other dishes. He was about to answer then blinks when he said cow. “I’m not a girl………. and even so… that’s insulting.”

Mr Ramon was confused for a second. “What?”

At first Carlos was also confused, but then he realized what it sounded like. “Oh, Dad, um… apparently ‘cosmilk’ is insulting in some circles in space,” Carlos explained. He then looked at Yondu. “My dad said cow’s milk. A cow is an animal on Earth – we use them for meat and for milk and cheese and all that good stuff. He just asked if you wanted milk – it has huge amounts of different vitamins, most notably calcium, protein, iodine, potassium, and a bunch of others. But it also contains lactose, which some people on Earth are sensitive or straight up allergic to.”

Yondu looks over to him and grins understanding. “It’s hot when you talk like a scientist.”

Carlos blinked at him and flushed slightly. “O-oh? I-I was just trying to be informative for you, in case it had stuff you can’t eat…”

“Okay, but are we going to ignore that Dad just said a space-slurr?” Mikey asked with a cheeky grin.

Mr Ramon started to blush and he laughed sheepishly. “You know very well that wasn’t my intention, Michael!”

“Let’s just say you called me a dickless cumbucket cunt. But yeah…. anyway I’d love some juice.” Offers his cup as he makes a few more tacos 🌮. “This is good. I’ve…. never had a home cooked meal….”

Mr Ramon instantly began to lose color in his face. “Oh, um…” He slowly picked up the pitcher and put a bit of juice in Yondu’s cup. “Give that a taste and… and see if you like it. I’m glad you appreciate the food, though I wish I had some more conchas left for dessert. Mikey ate the last one yesterday.”

Yondu snorts into his drink and laughs at the word. “Ohh you Terrans and your word choices… all I’ll say is your brother gets around.” Waggles his eye brows.

Carlos smacked Yondu’s shoulder. “I do not! I never even considered that before meeting you!” he exclaimed with a slight smile.

“Yeah, I was going to say… Carlos doesn’t ‘get around’ like that,” Mikey said.

“Mr Yondu, did… did the word not translate? Conchas, I mean?”

Yondu can’t help the snicker. “I meant.. Mikey are the last one…. hehehe… so he’s been around…. hehehehe.. trust me sir.. you don’t want me to translate.” Grins and looks to carlos. “Until me Huh.”

Carlos huffed softly and smacked him again. “They’re sweet buns,” he started to explain instead. “With crusted sugar on top. Not really sharp in flavor like your Beasties… but Dad makes them really yummy.”

Mikey just looked intrigued, and he wondered what conchas meant in space.

Yondu whispers to carlos what it means. Something about having a hot bloated ass for playing drums and apparently Mikey ate it.

Yondu continues to eat. “Those sound delicious actually….. as promised I’ll be here a few days…. if I’m not… in the way of course. I’d like my two boys to come here. Ones terran the others a xandarian..”

Carlos just rolled his eyes when he heard what it meant. He would tell his brother later.

“You mentioned that one of them was human before,” Mr Ramon said. “Where did you get him? I mean… what part of Earth?”

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Yondu
yawns nuzzling his neck before sitting up and stretches back popping.
He sniffs smelling the food and hums a bit. “Hmmm… smells good.” Stands
and waits for Carlos to join him as they head down to eat finding the
table decorated with food. “Ohh.”

Mr Ramon looked up from where he had just placed a tortilla warmer on the table and he grinned at them. “Hello… just a little something I whipped up.”

There was a dish of spicy-smelling ground meat on the table, along with a bowl of shredded cheese, a bowl of chopped lettuce, some sour cream, a small glass bowl of chopped olives, and the tortillas. There was also a pitcher of a pinkish-red juice that looked like Mr Ramon had actually made earlier that week.

Carlos laughed sheepishly. “Dad… this isn’t just something you ‘whip up’.”

Mr Ramon just kept smiling at him. “Well, this is a special ‘whip up’ occasion. It’s not every day my son comes home from being lost… and also getting to meet the person who saved him and brought him home.” Mr Ramon’s voice started to sound a little broken at the end and he cleared his throat, turning away to rub at his eyes.

Yondus fin flashed just a bit sensing the mood shift and can’t help but smile a bit and walk over putting his arm over his shoulders in a kind of hug. “Thanks mr.ramon.” Takes a seat looking at the food and grins. He watched how it was to be done then makes up one himself unsure about the veggies but added them anyway before taking a bite eyes wide then shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

Mr Ramon was a little surprised by the hug, but he smiled and returned it as best he could – one hand was supporting him with his cane still, of course. He settled in his own seat and Mikey rolled up to his side of the table. Carlos sat down in the additional seat – Yondu took his usual one, but he didn’t mind at all.

Looking at Yondu scarf down the soft taco he made Carlos chuckled softly. “Careful – eating the tortillas too fast could give you hiccups,” he said. Carlos took a bite of his own and almost immediately he let out a groan of happiness and longing. “Oh my god,” he murmured, his mouth full. “I missed this so much…”

“What, they don’t have Mexican food in space?” Mikey teased his brother.

Carlos laughed. “No… though some Hraxian dishes have the spice in them that I’m more used to. But it’s closer to Indian than Mexican spice…”

“Yondu, I have some juice here,” Mr Ramon explained to their guest, pointing to the pitcher. “It’s made of pomegranate and grape. It’s not citrus, which was what you described to me… if you’d like you can have a taste. Or I can get you some water instead, or cow’s milk.”

Yondu goes after another taco 🌮 and then goes for some of the other dishes. He was about to answer then blinks when he said cow. “I’m not a girl………. and even so… that’s insulting.”

Mr Ramon was confused for a second. “What?”

At first Carlos was also confused, but then he realized what it sounded like. “Oh, Dad, um… apparently ‘cosmilk’ is insulting in some circles in space,” Carlos explained. He then looked at Yondu. “My dad said cow’s milk. A cow is an animal on Earth – we use them for meat and for milk and cheese and all that good stuff. He just asked if you wanted milk – it has huge amounts of different vitamins, most notably calcium, protein, iodine, potassium, and a bunch of others. But it also contains lactose, which some people on Earth are sensitive or straight up allergic to.”

Yondu looks over to him and grins understanding. “It’s hot when you talk like a scientist.”

Carlos blinked at him and flushed slightly. “O-oh? I-I was just trying to be informative for you, in case it had stuff you can’t eat…”

“Okay, but are we going to ignore that Dad just said a space-slurr?” Mikey asked with a cheeky grin.

Mr Ramon started to blush and he laughed sheepishly. “You know very well that wasn’t my intention, Michael!”

“Let’s just say you called me a dickless cumbucket cunt. But yeah…. anyway I’d love some juice.” Offers his cup as he makes a few more tacos 🌮. “This is good. I’ve…. never had a home cooked meal….”

Mr Ramon instantly began to lose color in his face. “Oh, um…” He slowly picked up the pitcher and put a bit of juice in Yondu’s cup. “Give that a taste and… and see if you like it. I’m glad you appreciate the food, though I wish I had some more conchas left for dessert. Mikey ate the last one yesterday.”

Yondu snorts into his drink and laughs at the word. “Ohh you Terrans and your word choices… all I’ll say is your brother gets around.” Waggles his eye brows.

Carlos smacked Yondu’s shoulder. “I do not! I never even considered that before meeting you!” he exclaimed with a slight smile.

“Yeah, I was going to say… Carlos doesn’t ‘get around’ like that,” Mikey said.

“Mr Yondu, did… did the word not translate? Conchas, I mean?”

Yondu can’t help the snicker. “I meant.. Mikey are the last one…. hehehe… so he’s been around…. hehehehe.. trust me sir.. you don’t want me to translate.” Grins and looks to carlos. “Until me Huh.”

Carlos huffed softly and smacked him again. “They’re sweet buns,” he started to explain instead. “With crusted sugar on top. Not really sharp in flavor like your Beasties… but Dad makes them really yummy.”

Mikey just looked intrigued, and he wondered what conchas meant in space.

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he whines, tightly hugging the toy with tears in his eyes*

A: Papa, he won’t let go.

C: Oh – Angela, don’t take it from him. Hang on… *he reaches and tears off the tag and gives it to the cashier to scan*

*Max curiously watches as the cashier scans the items*

*Carlos moved to the pin machine and paid for the items. He then started loading up the cart with the bags* Alright, kids, let’s get going! Thank you! *he says to the cashier*

*he grabs into Carlos’ hand any chance he got, yawning again as the cart was filled*

*They leave the store and make it back to the car. Carlos opens the side door and reaches to pull Max out of the cart*

C: Angie, can you get me one of those diapers from the package please? And the wipes?

A: Okay, Papa! *she gets the things out and has them ready for him.*

*he tiredly hugs the other, almost dropping his stuffed animal* paps…

C: Shh… it’s okay, Max. You’re sleepy, aren’t you? Let’s get you changed and then we can wrap you up in your brand new blanket. *lays him down in the seat and grabs his toy, setting it right next to his head. He takes off the make-shift diaper he made and Angela hands him the wipes and new diaper*

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he whines, tightly hugging the toy with tears in his eyes*

A: Papa, he won’t let go.

C: Oh – Angela, don’t take it from him. Hang on… *he reaches and tears off the tag and gives it to the cashier to scan*

*Max curiously watches as the cashier scans the items*

*Carlos moved to the pin machine and paid for the items. He then started loading up the cart with the bags* Alright, kids, let’s get going! Thank you! *he says to the cashier*

*he grabs into Carlos’ hand any chance he got, yawning again as the cart was filled*

*They leave the store and make it back to the car. Carlos opens the side door and reaches to pull Max out of the cart*

C: Angie, can you get me one of those diapers from the package please? And the wipes?

A: Okay, Papa! *she gets the things out and has them ready for him.*

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Yondu
yawns nuzzling his neck before sitting up and stretches back popping.
He sniffs smelling the food and hums a bit. “Hmmm… smells good.” Stands
and waits for Carlos to join him as they head down to eat finding the
table decorated with food. “Ohh.”

Mr Ramon looked up from where he had just placed a tortilla warmer on the table and he grinned at them. “Hello… just a little something I whipped up.”

There was a dish of spicy-smelling ground meat on the table, along with a bowl of shredded cheese, a bowl of chopped lettuce, some sour cream, a small glass bowl of chopped olives, and the tortillas. There was also a pitcher of a pinkish-red juice that looked like Mr Ramon had actually made earlier that week.

Carlos laughed sheepishly. “Dad… this isn’t just something you ‘whip up’.”

Mr Ramon just kept smiling at him. “Well, this is a special ‘whip up’ occasion. It’s not every day my son comes home from being lost… and also getting to meet the person who saved him and brought him home.” Mr Ramon’s voice started to sound a little broken at the end and he cleared his throat, turning away to rub at his eyes.

Yondus fin flashed just a bit sensing the mood shift and can’t help but smile a bit and walk over putting his arm over his shoulders in a kind of hug. “Thanks mr.ramon.” Takes a seat looking at the food and grins. He watched how it was to be done then makes up one himself unsure about the veggies but added them anyway before taking a bite eyes wide then shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

Mr Ramon was a little surprised by the hug, but he smiled and returned it as best he could – one hand was supporting him with his cane still, of course. He settled in his own seat and Mikey rolled up to his side of the table. Carlos sat down in the additional seat – Yondu took his usual one, but he didn’t mind at all.

Looking at Yondu scarf down the soft taco he made Carlos chuckled softly. “Careful – eating the tortillas too fast could give you hiccups,” he said. Carlos took a bite of his own and almost immediately he let out a groan of happiness and longing. “Oh my god,” he murmured, his mouth full. “I missed this so much…”

“What, they don’t have Mexican food in space?” Mikey teased his brother.

Carlos laughed. “No… though some Hraxian dishes have the spice in them that I’m more used to. But it’s closer to Indian than Mexican spice…”

“Yondu, I have some juice here,” Mr Ramon explained to their guest, pointing to the pitcher. “It’s made of pomegranate and grape. It’s not citrus, which was what you described to me… if you’d like you can have a taste. Or I can get you some water instead, or cow’s milk.”

Yondu goes after another taco 🌮 and then goes for some of the other dishes. He was about to answer then blinks when he said cow. “I’m not a girl………. and even so… that’s insulting.”

Mr Ramon was confused for a second. “What?”

At first Carlos was also confused, but then he realized what it sounded like. “Oh, Dad, um… apparently ‘cosmilk’ is insulting in some circles in space,” Carlos explained. He then looked at Yondu. “My dad said cow’s milk. A cow is an animal on Earth – we use them for meat and for milk and cheese and all that good stuff. He just asked if you wanted milk – it has huge amounts of different vitamins, most notably calcium, protein, iodine, potassium, and a bunch of others. But it also contains lactose, which some people on Earth are sensitive or straight up allergic to.”

Yondu looks over to him and grins understanding. “It’s hot when you talk like a scientist.”

Carlos blinked at him and flushed slightly. “O-oh? I-I was just trying to be informative for you, in case it had stuff you can’t eat…”

“Okay, but are we going to ignore that Dad just said a space-slurr?” Mikey asked with a cheeky grin.

Mr Ramon started to blush and he laughed sheepishly. “You know very well that wasn’t my intention, Michael!”

“Let’s just say you called me a dickless cumbucket cunt. But yeah…. anyway I’d love some juice.” Offers his cup as he makes a few more tacos 🌮. “This is good. I’ve…. never had a home cooked meal….”

Mr Ramon instantly began to lose color in his face. “Oh, um…” He slowly picked up the pitcher and put a bit of juice in Yondu’s cup. “Give that a taste and… and see if you like it. I’m glad you appreciate the food, though I wish I had some more conchas left for dessert. Mikey ate the last one yesterday.”

Yondu snorts into his drink and laughs at the word. “Ohh you Terrans and your word choices… all I’ll say is your brother gets around.” Waggles his eye brows.

Carlos smacked Yondu’s shoulder. “I do not! I never even considered that before meeting you!” he exclaimed with a slight smile.

“Yeah, I was going to say… Carlos doesn’t ‘get around’ like that,” Mikey said.

“Mr Yondu, did… did the word not translate? Conchas, I mean?”

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he whines, tightly hugging the toy with tears in his eyes*

A: Papa, he won’t let go.

C: Oh – Angela, don’t take it from him. Hang on… *he reaches and tears off the tag and gives it to the cashier to scan*

*Max curiously watches as the cashier scans the items*

*Carlos moved to the pin machine and paid for the items. He then started loading up the cart with the bags* Alright, kids, let’s get going! Thank you! *he says to the cashier*