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Carlos looked down at the boy, a little surprised by his apparent sheepishness. Max was usually more confident than this.

Immediately Carlos turned to face him fully. “Hey – no, I haven’t seen a cat. What does it look like? Do you need help looking for it?”

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“Yes, yes! Help would be nice!” He smiled at the helpfulness of the other. “She- hmm…” He looked around, thinking. “She’s black! She has…. yellow! Yellow eyes! And a white spot on her nose!”

Carlos smiled at the boy. “She sounds cute,” he said. “What’s her name?”

“Sabrina!” He stated happily, bouncing up and down with joy. “And she really is cute! And small!”

“Is she? Well, let’s find her so I can see her.” Carlos was allergic to cats, but eh… that’s what medicine was for. Besides, this kid (who looked a whole lot like Max – were they related?) needed the help so Carlos was going to give it.

“Thank you so much!” He smiled, happy that someone was helping him. “Come on! I think the last time I saw her was somewhere over there!” He pointed at some bushes. “Oh! Right! I think I should tell you my name too! I’m Max!”

Carlos blinked at the child. “Ah… um, that’s – that’s a nice name!” Okay, so there was a multiverse to deal with. No biggie – Sleepy Peak was a surprisingly supernaturally active area, he was coming to discover. “You know, you kind of remind me of me when I was a kid. I think I looked a lot like you.”

“Really? That’s cool!” He smiled. Thanks to a little tooth gap he had a lisp whenever he talked. “Uh- what is your name, sir?”

“My name is Carlos. I’m a scientist.” Carlos looked around. “So, let’s go to where you last saw Sabrina and see if she probably came back there.”

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“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?”

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which house hold chemiculs are the most deadly?

All of them? None of them? Whichever answer will make you not touch the household chemicals!

What are you doing, Max…?

losing what control i had in shyt-hole i call a life-

Max, is this about you being grounded?

no.. kinda,… i dunno!

Max… I’m sorry about this. I hate grounding you. But I wanted to keep you safe, Max, and teach you to be more responsible for your actions.

*he looks at the ground, mumbling* i know but it still fucking sucks..

I know Max… I’m really sorry.But I’m not letting you touch any household chemicals, especially not over this.

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Yondu
make a grumbled whine and stays snuggled close and starts nibbling and
kissing at his neck with a purr. “ noooo no get up…. warm comfy….
mine..”

Carlos yelped. “Ah! Yondu, stop biting at me!” he said and he gently smacked at his shoulder. “Come on! I smell sausage and eggs!”

Grunts and then kisses him full on humming into the kiss deepening ithands playing through his hair.

Carlos quickly started to get uneasy with the kiss. It felt nice, but did Yondu know what he was doing? Carlos made a noise before putting his hands on YOndu’s shoulder and pushing him, though not hard – just enough for him to get the idea.

Yondu mumbles still pretty much asleep and snuggles back up with him slowly waking up. “Mhmmm….. boys here yet?”

“Uh… uh, no. But it’s breakfast time. You should eat something… it’ll help you wake up.” Carlos pat his shoulder again. “Come on – for serious. Let’s get up.”

Stretches and gets up looking to him and smiles leaning over and kisses his cheek. “Morning beautiful.”

Carlos blinked. Was he doing this sort of thing on purpose??

“Um… morning,” he said, trying to offer YOndu a slight smile. “Dad’s making breakfast – can you smell it?”

Yondu blinks a bit and yawns the sniffs a bit. “Mhmmmm Yeah…. smells good….. “ stands stretching still in his boxers as he saunters out of the room still half asleep.

“Hey – Hey, hey, hey! Yondu! Clothes!” Carlos called. He wriggled out of the covers in his bed to get up. His head swam a bit from the sudden change in position, but he tried still to run after Yondu. Only to smack face-first into the door frame.

“Augh!”

Yondu quickly turns and grabs him checking him. “Carlos… gotta be careful….” checks mos face and nose.”

“Ow… ow, Jesus… owie…” He leaned against the wall, trying to resist the urge to touch so Yondu could look him over. “I… I think I’m okay,” he said softly. Though the ridge over his eyebrow felt hot and pulsing – it was probably going to bruise something nasty.

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I
don’t know where any buckets are. The mop thing might be in the mess
hall, but that’s probably QM’s so we’re leaving that alone.

We’ll find something. I’ll even invent something else to hold water if I have to. Something that is totally not a bucket.

,,,I’m pretty sure that’s a bucket.

But I just said it wouldn’t be a bucket. It would look kinda like a bucket, maybe, but it definitely wouldn’t be a bucket. Trust me. I’m a scientist.

I- alright cool sure.

Well, let’s see what we can find!

There’s probably something somewhere, or we could ask SK to use his fishbowl.

‘SK’? Who’s that? I don’t remember Angie talking about a kid named that…

Space Kid, or other Neil, but everyone calls him Space Kid. He’s the kid with the fish bowl on his head.

Oh yeah, Space Kid. Angie seems to like him well enough. But she told me she’d rather talk about dinosaurs than space. His name’s Neil? Heh, that’s ironic.

Yep. His name is actually like Neil Armstrong Jr. or something. Learned that at parents day. We still call him Space Kid.

Neil Armstrong? Really? He must not be the only one in his family to like space… huh.

Yeah, his uncle had something to do with the moon or something. David got punched in the face by him.

Punched in the… Oh my god. There’s only one man I know who punches people for the moon... His uncle is Buzz Aldrin??

Yeah, I think that’s who it was. *Max shrugged* I wasn’t really playing much attention.

That… I would kind of appreciate being punched by Buzz Aldrin. But at the same time, if I’m punched by Buzz Aldrin I’d need to seriously reconsider what my political views are regarding space. What did David do? He doesn’t look like a flat-earther or a Moon hoax theorist to me.

Faked a “moon landing”. Space kid’s “moon landing” more spesifically. It was him and Gwen but David got punched.

Oh my god… Why?? Why would they do that?

The stupid camp pamphlet said the camp would send him to the moon but they couldn’t so naturally we all teamed up and threw him across the lake.

I only took part in the throwing part though. It was pretty cool.

… But you can’t legally send a child into space. That’s child endangerment. Of course they couldn’t send him to the moon. But… you all threw him across the lake??

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nodded, not sure if she was entirely satisfied with his response. It
was more a worry that he didn’t understand how serious she was. But he
seemed sincere, and that was a conversation they could have later, once
they got to know each other better. He definitely didn’t need to know
that much about her yet. So she wouldn’t push the matter. “Okay. Good…”
she said quietly. “‘Cause, you- You know, it’s… good to communicate and
have boundaries.” She gave him a a soft smile, and took a sip of her
tea, eyes flickering down.

Carlos nodded again. “Absolutely,” he said. “If I’m doing something wrong, or whatever, don’t be afraid to tell me. I mean… I’m not going to go out of my way to see what I can get away with, but we all make mistakes and when I make one just let me know.” Because he was sure mistakes were going to happen. He hoped that assured her some at least.

She nodded, and looked back up at him. “Yeah, I will. And I think… I think it’s good to acknowledge ahead of time that things aren’t going to be… perfect. But that it is good to talk about things when things go south.” She gave him a soft smile and let out a sigh. Not a bad sigh, or one of exasperation, but one that indicated a sense of satisfaction. This seemed to be going fairly well already. Things seemed to be headed in a good direction. She was happy.

Carlos smiled at her. “Yeah.”

This was great. She seemed at ease and things seemed to be going alright so far. This was fantastic. God, he hoped he wasn’t going to mess this up.

“So, uh… what’s your family like?” Carlos asked, wanting to keep conversation flowing.

She kept the smile on her face, but the rest of her body tensed slightly. “Let’s, uh…” She let out a breath, and tilted her head slightly, smiling a bit wider to compensate for her slight discomfort. “Let’s maybe wait a bit for this particular conversation,” she suggested, her voice a bit quieter than it had been. “There is, uh… a lot to unpack there. Not all of it… pleasant.”

“Oh,” Carlos said. “Well… honestly, I can understand that.” And he could. But she needed to reach at least a level three before unlocking his true feelings regarding his backstory. “So… maybe just tell me who you’re on speaking terms with?” He figured it’d be easier for her to say something present. “Like… my brother’s a software engineer. And my Dad’s an ex-retired chef. Not an ex-chef – ex-retired chef. He came out of retirement just for some part time work.”

She looked down at her tea and let out a sigh. “There’s, uh… No one left to really be on speaking terms with,” she murmured. “My parents died when I was younger, and I uh… Lost track of my brother shortly after my mom passed…” That, of course, was the short version of it, but she could give him the longer version of it later. Once they were closer. She didn’t feel like discussing such a depressing matter at the moment.

“Oh,” Carlos said softly. “I’m… sorry to hear about that, I really am.” Now he felt like a jerk trying to push the subject a little bit. “Well… how about friends?”

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*he
pulls the piocture out from under his pillow, a tall dark figure
infront of some trees, the figure has large yellow eyes a sewn up mouth,
it’s drawn in crayan and kinda crappy, but Max looks proud of his work*
this is what they look like

*Carlos studies the picture.* really… kind of Slender-man-esque. Do they have mouths? I know you drew one here, but is it what you saw?

*he nods* they do have mouths and they have stitches on them *he pointed to his mouth* … what’s slender-man?

Well, never mind about the Slenderman. It’s just a character
from the internet. So shadowy… stitches in the mouth… *he takes his phone out
and sets the picture down to take a picture of it*

*he nods quietly* i don’t think they like water either.. that or they don’t like our lake…. maybe they can’t swim *he chuckles slightly*

Well, then who let them off of Spooky Island? *he laughs
nervously.* So they don’t like water… Okay. I’m not a supernatural scientist,
but I’ll see what I can come up with. The water thing is interesting… some
spirits I’ve heard have an issue with going across water. Or is that covered
bridges? In any case, there’s research that needs to be done.

*he flinches at the thunder* w-why would they be on.. over there? and, do you know any supernatural scientists? maybe they could help, or even already know a way to get rid of them!

Nevermind. I don’t know anyone personally… but I can still
look around and ask people in my community. I’ll let you know what I can find
out though, I promise Max.

*he nods and smiles* thanks d- Carlos, i’ll let you know if they do anything different.. oh! and if something should happen and you can see them, the last thing you should do is try to take a picture or video of them, they…. react badly…

*looks at Max. ‘D’? what was he going to say that started with ‘D’?* Alright, kiddo – thanks for the advice. That reminds me of something my husband did when he was younger, in fact… I could ask him about this as well. He might know something… *or it could bring up bad memories. Carlos hoped it wouldn’t be like that.*

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*he
nods slightly, glancing away* if i keep my old secrets, does it count
as lying? like the on going lies that i’ve been keeping?

Old secrets? Like, the ones that don’t matter anymore and
can’t hurt anyone? You don’t have to keep those. *sighs* But, I mean… if you
are trying to protect someone, then that’s fine. *he blinks* Actually – no,
wait. If you have a problem, you tell an adult, okay? If you’re being asked to
keep secrets, you tell an adult you
trust. It’s not your job to try to protect people – even if that person is the
adult you trust, okay? You’re a kid…

I’m sorry, I don’t mean to confuse you.

*he frowns and looks out of the tent* thinking about everything… the lies, the lives, the loves… it makes my chest hurt… does your chest ever hurt like that? where it just feels like a black hole slowly eating you up till there’s nothing left inside, but you can’t tell anyone cause you’re scared if what they’ll think, so you don’t tell anyone but it just gets worse and worse and͈̟͔̭̳ ̺̞̖̳̫w̭͙o̘̮ṟ̮̟͖͎s̲͔e͍̤͚͎̦͖ *he hugs himself, letting out a shakey breath*

*frowns deeply* Take a breath, Max. It’s okay. I understand…That’s the worst feeling. But Max, if you
don’t feel good you should tell someone that you trust. Maybe your camp
counselor – ‘counselor’ is in their job descriptions, after all.

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Carlos chuckled. “You sure, man?” he asked. “I’ve
seen The Quiet Man, and it looks like
Irish people can get quite nasty with the fisticuffs.”

“Heh, well, I won’t deny we got a lotta fight in us, but don’t go thinkin’ all Irish folk are like ya see in the movies. Most of us are actually pretty relaxed most’a the time, cheery, even. I blame the booze.”

Carlos laughed. “Of course,” he said. He took
a breath. Well, the joke couldn’t harm much, he supposed. “I was just thinking…
about how the country is so small and compact, and how you definitely match
your surroundings, being small yourself.” He looked at Hancock and gave him a smile – halfway apologetic.