“God, I wish I could just pass out right about now.” ((Lets play the “Can Mia actually play out an actual gods damned thread?” game! xD

faer-oune:

the-perfect-scientist:

faer-oune:

the-perfect-scientist:

faer-oune:

the-perfect-scientist:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

Carlos blinked. He gave a low whistle. “Wow, that’s impressive,” he said. He wanted to reach out and touch… but he wasn’t going to do that without permission. But God, it looked so cool… “So… it’s like an App for your… communiscanners then?”

“App?” she tilted her head to one side, not quite understanding. Apparently, there were some things even her magitech couldn’t translate. Frowning, Mia flicked her eyes towards the the screen her communiscanner had produced, obviously looking up the answer for herself.

“….Oh. App. Yes, something like that. If you like, I can have one for you when I bring the children? As a gift for watching them for me.”

Carlos blinked. “Wait, really? You would?” he asked her. “I… I would be just fine borrowing one for the time-being if you need them back home.”

“It’s no trouble,” came the quick reply. “They are cheap to make, easy to mass produce. They are the Alshondi version of your cell phones. But harder to steal or lose.”

“Harder to lose?” he asked. “How so? Is there some kind of… I dunno, implanting involved or something?”

“It’s stored inside an actual earring, Carlos,” she explained patiently, flicking at the thing to put her communiscanner away again. “Unless you remove it yourself, it won’t come out so you’ll always have it on you. Waterproof, too.”

“Ooh, fancy,” Carlos said. “You said they were cheap? How? I… humans can barely even begin to imagine that kind of tech, much less mass-produce it.”

“God, I wish I could just pass out right about now.” ((Lets play the “Can Mia actually play out an actual gods damned thread?” game! xD

faer-oune:

the-perfect-scientist:

faer-oune:

the-perfect-scientist:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

Carlos blinked. He gave a low whistle. “Wow, that’s impressive,” he said. He wanted to reach out and touch… but he wasn’t going to do that without permission. But God, it looked so cool… “So… it’s like an App for your… communiscanners then?”

“App?” she tilted her head to one side, not quite understanding. Apparently, there were some things even her magitech couldn’t translate. Frowning, Mia flicked her eyes towards the the screen her communiscanner had produced, obviously looking up the answer for herself.

“….Oh. App. Yes, something like that. If you like, I can have one for you when I bring the children? As a gift for watching them for me.”

Carlos blinked. “Wait, really? You would?” he asked her. “I… I would be just fine borrowing one for the time-being if you need them back home.”

“It’s no trouble,” came the quick reply. “They are cheap to make, easy to mass produce. They are the Alshondi version of your cell phones. But harder to steal or lose.”

“Harder to lose?” he asked. “How so? Is there some kind of… I dunno, implanting involved or something?”

“God, I wish I could just pass out right about now.” ((Lets play the “Can Mia actually play out an actual gods damned thread?” game! xD

faer-oune:

the-perfect-scientist:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

Carlos blinked. He gave a low whistle. “Wow, that’s impressive,” he said. He wanted to reach out and touch… but he wasn’t going to do that without permission. But God, it looked so cool… “So… it’s like an App for your… communiscanners then?”

“App?” she tilted her head to one side, not quite understanding. Apparently, there were some things even her magitech couldn’t translate. Frowning, Mia flicked her eyes towards the the screen her communiscanner had produced, obviously looking up the answer for herself.

“….Oh. App. Yes, something like that. If you like, I can have one for you when I bring the children? As a gift for watching them for me.”

Carlos blinked. “Wait, really? You would?” he asked her. “I… I would be just fine borrowing one for the time-being if you need them back home.”

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Yondu
sighs. “Used to have a fin….. would glow faintly when I’d use the
arrow…..I Well…… when I was a slave I was a experiment …. the cut off my
fin then started installing the implant into my brain. They didn’t care
that there other test subjects ended up with irreparable brain damage
or it got bad enough there brains exploded…. they wanted to see if they
could replicate the natural powers of the centaurians race….”

Edwardo looked to him with a frown. “Ah… I see. I’m sorry to hear about that, Yondu. It… sounds like a very painful experience.” He didn’t prompt Yondu for more, in case he didn’t want to talk about it.

Chuckles. “Wow… What is it about your family carlos…. that makes me spill my whole past without and issues? I’m Never this lose lipped.”

“Probably the fact that we’re not connected to any big crime out in space besides you?” Carlos quipped. “We sell you out.” He grinned at Yondu.

Laughs and nods grinning a bit. “So Eduardo. … what do you call this dish?”

“We’re making tacos,” Edwardo said. “That salad i had you slice and toss will be a topping. THe potatoes and onions here, are going to give the meat some carbs and flavor. My boys love potatoes – it’s a really starchy root, I don’t know if you noticed. I’m going to add some more spices to the meat here…” He reached to the rack that had containers of so many spices – many well-used – and started to add a good amount of many of them. “This’ll make it a bit spicy – but we have cheese that can take some of the bite out of it if you or some of the others prefer.”

“Not Kraglin, though – he’s lactose-intolerant, apparently,” Carlos reminded him.

Edwardo nodded. “Yes… not Kraglin. He’ll just have to die.” He smirked, obviously joking. “Heh. But really, I picked up some goat cheese for him. We can shred that up and he can see if he likes it. It’s not the same as cow’s milk so he might be alright with it.”

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Yondu
sighs. “Used to have a fin….. would glow faintly when I’d use the
arrow…..I Well…… when I was a slave I was a experiment …. the cut off my
fin then started installing the implant into my brain. They didn’t care
that there other test subjects ended up with irreparable brain damage
or it got bad enough there brains exploded…. they wanted to see if they
could replicate the natural powers of the centaurians race….”

Edwardo looked to him with a frown. “Ah… I see. I’m sorry to hear about that, Yondu. It… sounds like a very painful experience.” He didn’t prompt Yondu for more, in case he didn’t want to talk about it.

Chuckles. “Wow… What is it about your family carlos…. that makes me spill my whole past without and issues? I’m Never this lose lipped.”

“Probably the fact that we’re not connected to any big crime out in space besides you?” Carlos quipped. “We sell you out.” He grinned at Yondu.

ravagewhistler

Yondu
sighs. “Used to have a fin….. would glow faintly when I’d use the
arrow…..I Well…… when I was a slave I was a experiment …. the cut off my
fin then started installing the implant into my brain. They didn’t care
that there other test subjects ended up with irreparable brain damage
or it got bad enough there brains exploded…. they wanted to see if they
could replicate the natural powers of the centaurians race….”

Edwardo looked to him with a frown. “Ah… I see. I’m sorry to hear about that, Yondu. It… sounds like a very painful experience.” He didn’t prompt Yondu for more, in case he didn’t want to talk about it.

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Yondu hums a bit as they cook and eat beasie worms. He turns looking at carlos and smiles.

Carlos caught Yondu’s eye and smiled back. “Hey, you,” he said quietly.

Smiles back. “You know I’ve been waiting for my welcome back hug or kiss. Still haven’t gotten one. Should I be offended?” Teases.

Carlos thought that was a bit forward. But then he realized that Yondu was probably teasing. “I dunno… it’s up to you if you want to be offended.”

Yondu laughs and rolls his ruby eyes. “Watch it cutie. I might just get offended and do something to rectify it.” Smirks.

“Oh no – Lord help me,” Carlos chuckled.

“How’s it coming, Yondu?” Edwardo asked suddenly. “Is the salad thoroughly tossed?”

Yondu nods and sets the tossed salad to the side before going over to carlos and kissing him deep then goes back to helping chop vegtables for another dish Eduardo was cooking.

Carlos yiped when he was grabbed and he clutched onto Yondu’s sleeve as he was kissed. When he was let go Carlos just sat there, dazed. Edwardo just smirked and chuckled lowly .

“Those are potatoes,” he told Yondu. “When you’ve cubed them, throw them in with the meat here.”

Yondu nods then smirks as he whistles and the potatoes are cubed with the arrow although not perfect squares but good enough. “Arrows clean little blast of radiation heat and it’s good and… no it’s not a bad radiation. Won’t hurt ya.”

“Oh, really?” Edwardo asked. “It’s not going to turn us into green rage monsters?” he chuckled. He picked up one of the bits of potato to look at it, not at all scared about possible radiation. “Oh, it’s warm… not cooked, but warm.”

“It moves too fast most of the times to cook,” Carlos said. “But he could make it hotter if he wanted to.”

Yondu smirks and whistles making the arrow fly then makes a slightly different whistleand the arrow is covered in flames.

“Ooh!” Edwardo exclaimed in awe. “Amazing! Can you dice the onion?” He removed a half-onion from a cellophane wrap and put it down on the cutting board for Yondu.

Yondu grins seeing that he was now entertainment and whistles then grabs the onion and a bowl tossing the onion in the air the arrow zipping around it quickly and chopped onion arrow style fell into the bowl.

Edwardo leaned against the counter so he could clap happily. “That’s incredible, Yondu! Where did you get that arrow and the implant?” He took the onions and started to add them to the ground beef he’d already browned in the skillet.

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Yondu hums a bit as they cook and eat beasie worms. He turns looking at carlos and smiles.

Carlos caught Yondu’s eye and smiled back. “Hey, you,” he said quietly.

Smiles back. “You know I’ve been waiting for my welcome back hug or kiss. Still haven’t gotten one. Should I be offended?” Teases.

Carlos thought that was a bit forward. But then he realized that Yondu was probably teasing. “I dunno… it’s up to you if you want to be offended.”

Yondu laughs and rolls his ruby eyes. “Watch it cutie. I might just get offended and do something to rectify it.” Smirks.

“Oh no – Lord help me,” Carlos chuckled.

“How’s it coming, Yondu?” Edwardo asked suddenly. “Is the salad thoroughly tossed?”

Yondu nods and sets the tossed salad to the side before going over to carlos and kissing him deep then goes back to helping chop vegtables for another dish Eduardo was cooking.

Carlos yiped when he was grabbed and he clutched onto Yondu’s sleeve as he was kissed. When he was let go Carlos just sat there, dazed. Edwardo just smirked and chuckled lowly .

“Those are potatoes,” he told Yondu. “When you’ve cubed them, throw them in with the meat here.”

Yondu nods then smirks as he whistles and the potatoes are cubed with the arrow although not perfect squares but good enough. “Arrows clean little blast of radiation heat and it’s good and… no it’s not a bad radiation. Won’t hurt ya.”

“Oh, really?” Edwardo asked. “It’s not going to turn us into green rage monsters?” he chuckled. He picked up one of the bits of potato to look at it, not at all scared about possible radiation. “Oh, it’s warm… not cooked, but warm.”

“It moves too fast most of the times to cook,” Carlos said. “But he could make it hotter if he wanted to.”

Yondu smirks and whistles making the arrow fly then makes a slightly different whistleand the arrow is covered in flames.

“Ooh!” Edwardo exclaimed in awe. “Amazing! Can you dice the onion?” He removed a half-onion from a cellophane wrap and put it down on the cutting board for Yondu.

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Yondu hums a bit as they cook and eat beasie worms. He turns looking at carlos and smiles.

Carlos caught Yondu’s eye and smiled back. “Hey, you,” he said quietly.

Smiles back. “You know I’ve been waiting for my welcome back hug or kiss. Still haven’t gotten one. Should I be offended?” Teases.

Carlos thought that was a bit forward. But then he realized that Yondu was probably teasing. “I dunno… it’s up to you if you want to be offended.”

Yondu laughs and rolls his ruby eyes. “Watch it cutie. I might just get offended and do something to rectify it.” Smirks.

“Oh no – Lord help me,” Carlos chuckled.

“How’s it coming, Yondu?” Edwardo asked suddenly. “Is the salad thoroughly tossed?”

Yondu nods and sets the tossed salad to the side before going over to carlos and kissing him deep then goes back to helping chop vegtables for another dish Eduardo was cooking.

Carlos yiped when he was grabbed and he clutched onto Yondu’s sleeve as he was kissed. When he was let go Carlos just sat there, dazed. Edwardo just smirked and chuckled lowly .

“Those are potatoes,” he told Yondu. “When you’ve cubed them, throw them in with the meat here.”

Yondu nods then smirks as he whistles and the potatoes are cubed with the arrow although not perfect squares but good enough. “Arrows clean little blast of radiation heat and it’s good and… no it’s not a bad radiation. Won’t hurt ya.”

“Oh, really?” Edwardo asked. “It’s not going to turn us into green rage monsters?” he chuckled. He picked up one of the bits of potato to look at it, not at all scared about possible radiation. “Oh, it’s warm… not cooked, but warm.”

“It moves too fast most of the times to cook,” Carlos said. “But he could make it hotter if he wanted to.”

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Yondu hums a bit as they cook and eat beasie worms. He turns looking at carlos and smiles.

Carlos caught Yondu’s eye and smiled back. “Hey, you,” he said quietly.

Smiles back. “You know I’ve been waiting for my welcome back hug or kiss. Still haven’t gotten one. Should I be offended?” Teases.

Carlos thought that was a bit forward. But then he realized that Yondu was probably teasing. “I dunno… it’s up to you if you want to be offended.”

Yondu laughs and rolls his ruby eyes. “Watch it cutie. I might just get offended and do something to rectify it.” Smirks.

“Oh no – Lord help me,” Carlos chuckled.

“How’s it coming, Yondu?” Edwardo asked suddenly. “Is the salad thoroughly tossed?”

Yondu nods and sets the tossed salad to the side before going over to carlos and kissing him deep then goes back to helping chop vegtables for another dish Eduardo was cooking.

Carlos yiped when he was grabbed and he clutched onto Yondu’s sleeve as he was kissed. When he was let go Carlos just sat there, dazed. Edwardo just smirked and chuckled lowly .

“Those are potatoes,” he told Yondu. “When you’ve cubed them, throw them in with the meat here.”