“That
we could possibly do. Though I think talking to you helps him. He’s
made a bond with you. And when your there he seems…. happier. Don’t stop
talking to my boy. He needs you. Now. Icecream. Wheels. Mr. Ramon it’s
been a pleasure.”Edwardo walked up and gave his card to Carlos before offering Yondu his hand. “It has been,” he said, smiling at Yondu. “Take care of those boys, and try not to get into too much trouble.”
“See you around in the sky,” Mikey responded with a grin. “Oh – do you need these translator things back?” He reached up to point to the device just below his ear.
Yondu shakes his head. “No keep them. You ever want to call or my boys want a chat you’ll be able to understand them. If they break let me know. Carlos can show you how to use the long distance comunicators. Just….. be careful not to lose them ok.” Shakes Eduardo’s hand then fist bumps Mikey as he heads out to the car.
“In the meantime, keep them hidden in your guys’ wallet or something,” Carlos suggested. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Oh, Carlos – take my phone,” Mr Ramon said. “If you need anything, call Mikey’s. Then when you get back… we’ll come up with a story for how you got found.”
Carlos nodded. “Okay, Dad.” He hugged his dad. “I’ll see you soon.” He turned and hurried out to the car with Yondu.
Yondu smiles already in the car and looks to him. “Ok carlos. Let’s go get some good bye icecream. Sure you don’t want to come with me?”
Carlos climbed into the driver’s side and pulled on his seatbelt. He looked at Yondu and sighed. “I can’t, Yondu. I was born and raised on Earth. It was my intellect that kept me afloat out in space, and even then I was still just… it was tough.” Carlos let out a breath. He gestured toward Yondu. “Seatbelt, please.”
“It was worth a try…” Puts on his seatbelt and as they pull away his ears wiggle and twitch with every sound as they come to a building that had a giant fake icecream cone on the roof. “Dairy Queen…. Huh……” once parked he gets out following carlos in keeping his hood up and covering his face. He glanced at the board of sweets. “Strawberry dipped in chocolate.”
Carlos looked at him. “Oh, that’s yummy. The dipped cones is a soft ice cream that is dipped in a candy shell that hardens from the cold. I usually like the chocolate dip on my chocolate, but the cherry dip is pretty good too. And it comes in an edible cup-like cookie which at the end is a great break-up of the cold treat you just had, I think.”
Yondu grins watching. “Three dips. Lots of chocolate. I rather love that sweet.” The cashier gives Yondu a confused weird look having no clue what he said.
Yondu looks to carlos for help then thinks trying some English. “Staabeary an chocooopate looots cocoopate.”
The worker blinks then nods starting to make a strawberry and chocolate cone and dipping it a few times.
Carlos smiles kindly at the cashier, nodding to them as a silent thanks for their patience. “And when you’re done, a chocolate cone dipped in chocolate. Thank you very much.” He positioned himself a bit in front of Yondu so that they didn’t have as good of a chance to glance back at him.
Yondu smiles and wraps his arms around him laying his head on his shoulder relaxing and sighs. “Getting tired… my hibernations not to fat off….. Pete’s gonna need ya big time during that.”
Carlos nodded. “Yeah, I’ll have the comm with me,” he promised. “He can try to reach me whenever. It’ll be impossible to really convey what my schedule is with the difference on the ship, so I’ll just message him if I need him to wait a bit. When is Kraglin going to sleep? At least not for another month… right?”
“Yeah he’ll sleep right after me. We’re a little off but if he ends up falling asleep and I’m not awake yet Tullk, Half And Oblo take over and each of them would protect peter with there lives…”
Carlos hummed. “He’s got a great support group. Hey, make sure you grill him for the guys’ names who are still giving him trouble. Him and Kraglin were talking about some grief he was still getting on our trip today.”
Reaches out and takes his conecwhen handed it the worker slightly startled at blue hand but shook her head thinking she was seeing things wrong in the light.
Yondu nods turning and heads to a slightly darker corner and takes the first bite humming. “I know he has….butif it’s small jibbing like calling names and such it’s… just life in space…kids gotta buck up on that… if it’s other things… or….. his… rapists…….. are still there or ones that were involved I need to know. You got your fair share of jibbing…… Krags gets his and it’s only when it goes to far do I step in…… some crew are better then others that’s for sure.”
Carlos recieved his cone and paid for the treats before following after Yondu.
“Jabbing or japing or jibbing – whatever you want to call it, it’s not doing any favors to Pete’s mental state,” Carlos told him. “The fact is he can’t take it the way he is. He needs to learn coping mechanisms and to not take things personally.”
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