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Peter
takes his seat as the food was served and he takes a few bites and
stops a moment swallowing as he just stares at the food then starts
eating again. It was just like his moms cooking.

Yondu starts shoving food in his mouth mostly the meat and grins. “I vote we need pigs in space if they taste like this..”

“I thought a Yawn Beast was pretty similar,” Carlos pointed out. “At least… seasoned kind of similarly. Though I only had it once back on M-Marvin-45.”

“I could send you boys home with some that I made,” Mr Ramon said with a smile as he finished up the last bit of cooking. He brought more sausages to the table as well as the rest of the pancakes he made. “I have my own special recipe for them and I enjoy making the links myself. Anyway, here you are – eat as much as you like.”

Kraglin was very quiet as he ate, taking his usual ‘shadow’ presence when he was out with Yondu. Silent, but always watching.

But he was really liking the ‘pancakes’. He hadn’t had a pastry this fluffy for quite some time.

Yondu grins. “I’ll enjoy my return trips all the more. Right boys?” Looks to peter and kraglin.

Peter just keeps in-naturally silent as he eats a pancake.

Yondu hums and turns to Kraglin who was equallybsilent but that was nothing new. “Humf. Fine… more sausage for me then.” Looks to carlos and smiles.

Kraglin just narrowed his eyes at Yondu as he put another bit of sausage into his mouth with the tiny pitchfork-like utensil.

Carlos nudged Yondu with a roll of his eyes. “Don’t be an ass,” he chided fondly, smiling a bit.

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Peter
takes his seat as the food was served and he takes a few bites and
stops a moment swallowing as he just stares at the food then starts
eating again. It was just like his moms cooking.

Yondu starts shoving food in his mouth mostly the meat and grins. “I vote we need pigs in space if they taste like this..”

“I thought a Yawn Beast was pretty similar,” Carlos pointed out. “At least… seasoned kind of similarly. Though I only had it once back on M-Marvin-45.”

“I could send you boys home with some that I made,” Mr Ramon said with a smile as he finished up the last bit of cooking. He brought more sausages to the table as well as the rest of the pancakes he made. “I have my own special recipe for them and I enjoy making the links myself. Anyway, here you are – eat as much as you like.”

Kraglin was very quiet as he ate, taking his usual ‘shadow’ presence when he was out with Yondu. Silent, but always watching.

But he was really liking the ‘pancakes’. He hadn’t had a pastry this fluffy for quite some time.

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Peter
looks at Kraglin then between Carlos and Mikey then Yondu. “……….
sorry…….” pulls back visibly wilting a bit not wanting to be the source
of everyone’s anger.

Kraglin narrowed his eyes slightly, but sighed and dropped his arms finally. “Thanks, Pete. C’mon then… you said something about breakfast?”

Carlos smiled. “Dad’s making some. Follow me, boys – and be nice, okay?”

Mikey wheeled ahead of him back into the dining room, and Carlos led the way.

Peter looks up and let’s everyone go infront of him before following. He also took a moment to look around the house. It had been y are since he’d seen a actual home. Not all overly advanced like in space.

Mr Ramon wasn’t at the table anymore – his plate was left half-eaten. Instead he was back at the stove, cooking up some more food for the two new guests. “Hello! You boys come in!” Mr Ramon covered up the sausages he was cooking and flipped over a pancake before wiping his hands off on a dishcloth and turning around to smile at the guests. “Hello!” he said again. “I’m Edwardo – I’m Carlos’ father.” He offered his hand to Kraglin first.

Kraglin scrutinized the hand for a moment, but then gingerly took it in his own. “Hi. Kraglin Obfonteri – First Mate on the Eclector.”

Peter looks over and waves. “Peter…. the dumb terran mascot……. not self titled….. no joke… that’s my rank…..”

Carlos blinked in surprise at that and gave Yondu an unimpressed look.

Mr Ramon frowned slightly, thinking it was strange, but he still offered his hand to Peter. “Well it’s nice to meet you. Tell me, do you boys have any allergies or anything I should consider right now? I’m making you some food, but I don’t want you two getting sick or anything.”

Peter shakes his hand nodding. “I’m

Human so as far as I know no allergies…. just nothing citrus for the real aliens…. they seem to forget especially kra….. uhhh… never mind…. just… no citrus…..”

Mr Ramon smiled. “So no orange juice or lemonade, huh?’ he asked. “Shame. But alright. I have pork sausage and buttermilk pancakes, along with syrup – that is made from tree sap. Everything sound alright to you?”

Kraglin shrugged. “It smells good,” he said, and Mr Ramon just smiled more.

“Alright! Carlos? Pull out a couple more chairs for these two.”

“Okay, Dad,” Carlos said he went to some chairs that were set up against a wall. He grabbed a couple and started to pull them over.

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Peter
looks at Kraglin then between Carlos and Mikey then Yondu. “……….
sorry…….” pulls back visibly wilting a bit not wanting to be the source
of everyone’s anger.

Kraglin narrowed his eyes slightly, but sighed and dropped his arms finally. “Thanks, Pete. C’mon then… you said something about breakfast?”

Carlos smiled. “Dad’s making some. Follow me, boys – and be nice, okay?”

Mikey wheeled ahead of him back into the dining room, and Carlos led the way.

Peter looks up and let’s everyone go infront of him before following. He also took a moment to look around the house. It had been y are since he’d seen a actual home. Not all overly advanced like in space.

Mr Ramon wasn’t at the table anymore – his plate was left half-eaten. Instead he was back at the stove, cooking up some more food for the two new guests. “Hello! You boys come in!” Mr Ramon covered up the sausages he was cooking and flipped over a pancake before wiping his hands off on a dishcloth and turning around to smile at the guests. “Hello!” he said again. “I’m Edwardo – I’m Carlos’ father.” He offered his hand to Kraglin first.

Kraglin scrutinized the hand for a moment, but then gingerly took it in his own. “Hi. Kraglin Obfonteri – First Mate on the Eclector.”

Peter looks over and waves. “Peter…. the dumb terran mascot……. not self titled….. no joke… that’s my rank…..”

Carlos blinked in surprise at that and gave Yondu an unimpressed look.

Mr Ramon frowned slightly, thinking it was strange, but he still offered his hand to Peter. “Well it’s nice to meet you. Tell me, do you boys have any allergies or anything I should consider right now? I’m making you some food, but I don’t want you two getting sick or anything.”

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Peter
looks at Kraglin then between Carlos and Mikey then Yondu. “……….
sorry…….” pulls back visibly wilting a bit not wanting to be the source
of everyone’s anger.

Kraglin narrowed his eyes slightly, but sighed and dropped his arms finally. “Thanks, Pete. C’mon then… you said something about breakfast?”

Carlos smiled. “Dad’s making some. Follow me, boys – and be nice, okay?”

Mikey wheeled ahead of him back into the dining room, and Carlos led the way.

Peter looks up and let’s everyone go infront of him before following. He also took a moment to look around the house. It had been y are since he’d seen a actual home. Not all overly advanced like in space.

Mr Ramon wasn’t at the table anymore – his plate was left half-eaten. Instead he was back at the stove, cooking up some more food for the two new guests. “Hello! You boys come in!” Mr Ramon covered up the sausages he was cooking and flipped over a pancake before wiping his hands off on a dishcloth and turning around to smile at the guests. “Hello!” he said again. “I’m Edwardo – I’m Carlos’ father.” He offered his hand to Kraglin first.

Kraglin scrutinized the hand for a moment, but then gingerly took it in his own. “Hi. Kraglin Obfonteri – First Mate on the Eclector.”

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Peter
looks at Kraglin then between Carlos and Mikey then Yondu. “……….
sorry…….” pulls back visibly wilting a bit not wanting to be the source
of everyone’s anger.

Kraglin narrowed his eyes slightly, but sighed and dropped his arms finally. “Thanks, Pete. C’mon then… you said something about breakfast?”

Carlos smiled. “Dad’s making some. Follow me, boys – and be nice, okay?”

Mikey wheeled ahead of him back into the dining room, and Carlos led the way.

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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…”

Peter yells and struggles to get out of the head. “Krags!!! Bro! Ow!! Let gooooooooo!”

Yondu shakes his head. “Oi! Peter settle down Kraglin let him go. Honestly you to….peter that is Mikey… have some blasted decency….now behave or I’ll put you both on bathroom duty.”

MIkey quickly closed the front door, while Kraglin just huffed and let Peter go, not caring if he fell to the ground or not.

Carlos poked his head in, and then hurried over to the two. “I can’t believe you two walked here! That was at least ten miles!”

“We took some shortcuts,” Kraglin said to him. “One of those big fury bear critters yelled at Peter an’ scared him though – that was funny as hell!”

“A bear?” Carlos asked, worried.

“Looked like one. Though not as stocky, and it had a droopy face and a tail.”

“I told you it was a dog! Not a bear…… or maybe it was a badger… I dunno. But it was owenedcby someone.,had a red neck tie. Looked at like Kraglin. You could be related.” Laughs and hides behind carlos.

Kraglin glared at Peter, snarling lowly. Carlos got nervous with Kraglin’s anger, but he cleared his throat and looked at Peter. “Pete, take it easy. Don’t make a nuisance of yourself. Have you guys eaten yet?”

Peter shakes his head. “Grumpy needs something. He’s a bony bean pole. And all he does is growl at me……”

Yondu sighs. “Well maybe he wouldn’t if you would stop trying to be annoying.”

Peter looks at him then Kraglin and sighs. “……..yeah……..”

Kraglin just glared at Peter, folding his arms. Carlos and Mikey looked between him and Peter, wondering of the younger was going to apologize at all.

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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…”

Peter yells and struggles to get out of the head. “Krags!!! Bro! Ow!! Let gooooooooo!”

Yondu shakes his head. “Oi! Peter settle down Kraglin let him go. Honestly you to….peter that is Mikey… have some blasted decency….now behave or I’ll put you both on bathroom duty.”

MIkey quickly closed the front door, while Kraglin just huffed and let Peter go, not caring if he fell to the ground or not.

Carlos poked his head in, and then hurried over to the two. “I can’t believe you two walked here! That was at least ten miles!”

“We took some shortcuts,” Kraglin said to him. “One of those big fury bear critters yelled at Peter an’ scared him though – that was funny as hell!”

“A bear?” Carlos asked, worried.

“Looked like one. Though not as stocky, and it had a droopy face and a tail.”

“I told you it was a dog! Not a bear…… or maybe it was a badger… I dunno. But it was owenedcby someone.,had a red neck tie. Looked at like Kraglin. You could be related.” Laughs and hides behind carlos.

Kraglin glared at Peter, snarling lowly. Carlos got nervous with Kraglin’s anger, but he cleared his throat and looked at Peter. “Pete, take it easy. Don’t make a nuisance of yourself. Have you guys eaten yet?”

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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…”

Peter yells and struggles to get out of the head. “Krags!!! Bro! Ow!! Let gooooooooo!”

Yondu shakes his head. “Oi! Peter settle down Kraglin let him go. Honestly you to….peter that is Mikey… have some blasted decency….now behave or I’ll put you both on bathroom duty.”

MIkey quickly closed the front door, while Kraglin just huffed and let Peter go, not caring if he fell to the ground or not.

Carlos poked his head in, and then hurried over to the two. “I can’t believe you two walked here! That was at least ten miles!”

“We took some shortcuts,” Kraglin said to him. “One of those big fury bear critters yelled at Peter an’ scared him though – that was funny as hell!”

“A bear?” Carlos asked, worried.

“Looked like one. Though not as stocky, and it had a droopy face and a tail.”

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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…”