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Yondu was sleeping on a pile of clothes, he looked tired and much younger than before, he was thin and already had some scars, apparently he was 8 years old.
Carlos couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose slightly. “I’m…
not going to give you a rat, don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll get you a sandwich
and some juice, is that okay?” A sandwich had plenty of carbs – and the kid
looked like he needed them. Plus a bit of juice for some energy…
Heh, he sounded like a pediatrician.
Yondu kept looking at Carlos, the boy seemed more confused than before, blinking and tilting his head again “Is that food?” He had no idea what sandwich and juice were, he moved and was now closer to Carlos.
What kind of question is that? Or actually, what kind of
childhood has this kid had that he asked these questions? He didn’t even know
what a sandwich was!
“Yeah, it’s food. I promised I’d get you some. Juice is a
drink made of fruit, and it’s really sweet. I think you’ll like it.”
It was finally their turn and Carlos had made a decision for
them. So he stepped forward, slowly so Yondu could shuffle along with him, and
gave the barista his order.
Carlos was surprised when Yondu just got up into his lap by himself. He counted himself lucky when the kid approached him on his own for affection.
Carlos offered the child a smile. “Hey, buddy. How you doing?”
Carlos set down his data pad for now and started to bounce
his leg gently with the kid on it. “You are? What do you wanna do, kiddo?”
Yondu closed his eyes and leaned back, laying on Carlos’s chest, he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do, he just wanted to stay and spend time with Carlos “Just … Stay with you ..”
“Okay, buddy,” Carlos said, still smiling. “Wanna watch some
programs on the viewer? Maybe there’s some cartoons on…” He picked up his pad
again and navigated to the remote for the screen in his living room.
Carlos was surprised when Yondu just got up into his lap by himself. He counted himself lucky when the kid approached him on his own for affection.
Carlos offered the child a smile. “Hey, buddy. How you doing?”
Yondu looked at what Carlos was reading, stretching out his hand and trying to take what Carlos was reading from his hand, pouting, he had never had positive attention before he met Carlos and for that reason he had changed a little, he was needy for attention, after all, he spent several years of his life without any attention, or anyone caring for him.
“Bored…” He said, holding Carlos’s arm and pulling close.
Carlos set down his data pad for now and started to bounce
his leg gently with the kid on it. “You are? What do you wanna do, kiddo?”
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Yondu was sleeping on a pile of clothes, he looked tired and much younger than before, he was thin and already had some scars, apparently he was 8 years old.
Carlos reached down to gently touch the boy’s shoulder and
give it what he hoped was a comforting squeeze. “What do you want to eat?” he
asked gently. “What kind of things can you eat?” The last thing Carlos wanted was to give Yondu something he was allergic to or something that was poisonous to his species.
Yondu looked at Carlos when he heard the question, he blinked a little and licked his lips and tilted his head to the side, he didn’t understand the option, maybe Carlos wanted to know if Yondu wanted something liquid or solid? “I want solid food” he said, looking down, after all, he didn’t want to ask too much, he didn’t want to abuse and end up without food “… I can eat anything ..” He said looking up and looking at Carlos, Yondu scratched his eyes and looked around “But … if possible I don’t want rats … They usually bite when you bite them.”
Carlos couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose slightly. “I’m…
not going to give you a rat, don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll get you a sandwich
and some juice, is that okay?” A sandwich had plenty of carbs – and the kid
looked like he needed them. Plus a bit of juice for some energy…
Carlos had only meant to be quick in the bathroom. He washed and sanitized his hands and came back out. He was surprised, and a little alarmed when Yondu wasn’t where he’d left him. But a short search later, Carlos found him in the kitchenette.
“Oh, there you are,” he said aloud. “Hey, uh… whatcha doin’, buddy?”
Carlos picked up Yondu under his armpits and pulled him away
from the glass. He knelt in front of the child and started rubbing his
shoulders. “Yondu… Yondu, look at me, buddy. It’s okay! It’s okay, buddy, I’m
right here!” Carlos was confused at first about why Yondu was crying, but then
remembering what had happened to Yondu before hit him like a freight train.
Fuck – his yelling must’ve scared him.
“Y-Yondu?” he tried again, dropping his voice down lower. “Yondu…
buddy… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry – I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m not going to hurt
you, I promise. I’m so sorry, Yondu…”
Yondu was being picked up, feeling that his feet were no longer touching the ground, being pulled away from the glass, he hadn’t just collected it all, Carlos would probably get angry, but then, Yondu was totally confused, why Carlos was rubbing his shoulders, now Yondu was scared, confused, afraid, wanting to cry, and Carlos was talking more calmly, apologizing? It wasn’t his fault, Yondu had broken things, Carlos wouldn’t hit him? Don’t he sees that Yondu broke stuff?
“I … broke …” He spoke, holding the cry now, feeling his eyes fill with tears again but holding “Sorry … I … I can clean, I’m cleaning … I.. your glass… please, don’t hit me, I promise I’ll not do it again.. Please..Carlos don’t send me back too… I’ll be better, I’ll do better… please…” He wants a hug, he wants hold Carlos, but he know he can’t.
“Shh…. Shh, shh, shh… Yondu… Yondu, it’s okay,” Carlos told
him, trying to keep his voice calm and gentle. “Yondu, it’s okay… it’s okay, I
promise.”
He reached and gently wiped away at some of Yondu’s tears
with his thumb. It was pretty gross, he thought, but he just wanted to help the
boy feel better. If he wasn’t afraid of scaring the boy even more, he would
have hugged him.
“Yondu, it was an accident,” Carlos gently tried to explain.
“I’m not going to hurt you for it. But I don’t want you to touch the glass – I don’t
want you to get hurt. I’ll clean it
up, don’t worry. It’s okay… it’s okay.”
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Yondu was sleeping on a pile of clothes, he looked tired and much younger than before, he was thin and already had some scars, apparently he was 8 years old.
The hugging surprised Carlos. He looked down at the child
and realized, of course, that he must be very anxious. If hugging him helped,
then of course Carlos would allow it. He slowly walked them toward the front
counter, stopping just short of it to look at the menu. He looked down to ask
what kind of things Yondu wanted to eat when he noticed the expression on his face.
“Yondu? Hey… are you okay? Do you want us to go back
outside?”
Yondu kept looking at the aliens that were there until he heard Carlos talking and nodded, he didn’t want to go outside, he would be nice and have his food, he just had to calm down and remember that he wasn’t more in the middle of several masters, Yondu breathed deeply.
“I’m fine ..” he said, waiting for Carlos to choose what they would eat, Yondu wouldn’t complain, he would eat anything, whatever was offered to him he would eat, just thinking about it he felt his mouth begin to fill with water, he was so hungry “Really finy..”
Carlos reached down to gently touch the boy’s shoulder and
give it what he hoped was a comforting squeeze. “What do you want to eat?” he
asked gently. “What kind of things can you eat?” The last thing Carlos wanted was to give Yondu something he was allergic to or something that was poisonous to his species.
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Yondu was sleeping on a pile of clothes, he looked tired and much younger than before, he was thin and already had some scars, apparently he was 8 years old.
Carlos looked down at Yondu, but then he
raised his hand – the one carrying the boots – and pointed to the yellow sign. “That
right there,” he said. “My translator says that that says ‘Limelight Café’. They
have food and drinks inside.”
Yondu looked up, looking at Carlos, Carlos really didn’t really seem to be a master, he looked at some older children they were hugging theirs tall people, maybe … Yondu held Carlos’s leg and hugged, it was like he was with fear and shy at the same time “Food …” He repeated, he wouldn’t leave Carlo’s side and when he finally went in there, the place was full and this made Yondu be very scared and hug Carlos’s leg more strong, almost crying, many people, many, what if there’s a master there?
The hugging surprised Carlos. He looked down at the child
and realized, of course, that he must be very anxious. If hugging him helped,
then of course Carlos would allow it. He slowly walked them toward the front
counter, stopping just short of it to look at the menu. He looked down to ask
what kind of things Yondu wanted to eat when he noticed the expression on his face.
“Yondu? Hey… are you okay? Do you want us to go back
outside?”
Carlos had only meant to be quick in the bathroom. He washed and sanitized his hands and came back out. He was surprised, and a little alarmed when Yondu wasn’t where he’d left him. But a short search later, Carlos found him in the kitchenette.
“Oh, there you are,” he said aloud. “Hey, uh… whatcha doin’, buddy?”
Carlos was shocked by the glass breaking, but
then panic welled up in him almost immediately when Yondu dropped down to pick
it up.
The adult yelped and even before he saw the
purpleish blood start to appear on Yondu’s fingers he crouched down and reached forward, grabbing the child’s arm’s, forcing them still. “Yondu, drop the glass!” he exclaimed. “Don’t’
touch it!”
This whole situation made Yondu immediately afraid and crying a lot when his arm was held and when Carlos told him to drop the glass that was what Yondu did, he let go of the glass and quickly bent, putting his head on the floor and hands on the side of his head, he was visibly bowing “I’m sorry … master … please .. please Master…” He apologized non-stop, crying and begging to be forgiven, he had broken something of Carlos and he would probably be punished.
Carlos picked up Yondu under his armpits and pulled him away
from the glass. He knelt in front of the child and started rubbing his
shoulders. “Yondu… Yondu, look at me, buddy. It’s okay! It’s okay, buddy, I’m
right here!” Carlos was confused at first about why Yondu was crying, but then
remembering what had happened to Yondu before hit him like a freight train.
Fuck – his yelling must’ve scared him.
“Y-Yondu?” he tried again, dropping his voice down lower. “Yondu…
buddy… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry – I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m not going to hurt
you, I promise. I’m so sorry, Yondu…”
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