“Well
you could have it….. you’d just have a upset stomach and a farting
episode for a few hours…….. please don’t… put noses suffered greatly
last time.”Kraglin smacked him (lightly) on the back of his head. “Okay, that’s enough outta you,” he muttered.
Squeaks and laughs and half tackles him into the tall grass rolling around with him play wrestling with him.”
Kraglin squawked and started to play-fight with Peter. He tried to get the kid under him and sit on him.
Laughs and wiggles around grinning laughing as he goes But is no match for Kraglin who’s had years more experience.
Kraglin only barely fought dirty and soon he had Peter under him and he was lying across the human like he was a long couch.
Peter laughs and hugs him squirming. “I would say get your fat ass off me but your bony as hell hehe.” Kisses his cheek and snuggles.
Kraglin just stretched on top of him like a house pet. “An’ yer gettin’ too fat. Yondu’s gotta make you work more – build up that muscle.”
“I’ll get so muscled I’ll squish you. Besides I’m just a teen wait until I’m a true adult and you’ll regret telling me to get ripped! Hehe then I’ll be the captain!”
“IF muscle were all it took to be captain, then you’d be takin’ orders from flarkin’ Taserface,” Kraglin responded, giving Peter a playful swat on the back of his thigh.
“Takes brains too… which makes me wonder how dad got to be captain.” Laughs and keeps trying to shove Kraglin off and win the wrestling match.
Kraglin just grabbed Peter’s arms and pinned them down. “You best be watchin’ what ya say, Pete – Yondu’s gonna swat ya hard.”
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