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“Not
gonna force him…. I’ll ask but I’m not expecting anything…. Jamie
don’t…..” Sighs as the man eats a centipede. “Eat that……. What is it
with you and doing that?”

Jamie shrugs. “Just how my people are…. most things on our planet are
bugs… since the natural wildlife was hunted to extinction…”

“You still shouldn’t eat somethin’ you don’t know much about,” Tullk murmured to the other before looking to Yondu again. “Cap’n… normally you take what ya want. What’s diff’rent this time?”

Jamie finishes munching on his little snack offering a peice to Tullk like one would offer a price of jerky.

Yondu sighs. “Because I actually love him…. legibly…. not you know… one time fuck and done thing….”

Tullk politely declined with the wave of his hand, still watching Yondu. “Yeah… ‘cuz as far as I know, you two ain’t even done that yet. Weird. Somethin’ not going right?”

Sighs. “Think Of you and Jamie…. it wasn’t a sudden oh time to Fuck no… it’s…. it’s got to mean something… it’s mates… like you and Jamie…your mates it’s not simple fucking it’s more then that…. I’m still surprised you two haven’t produced young yet…”

“We’ve a very close understandin’ with tha ship’s medic, if ya get my meanin’,” Tullk explained quickly. “But you… yer really tryin’ to approach this all different-like? It’s been over a year. Whatever it is, it don’t look like it’s workin for ya.”

“Close understanding?……” Yondu gives them a look. He sighs a bit. “Well… were still talking… that’s something….maybe your right…. maybe it was a mistake coming back… I’m pinning for something not likely to happen…” Sighs.

Peter smirks recording the conversation intent to play it for carlos. “Time to play matchmaker.” Yelps As Kraglin finally caught him.

“What was that you were saying, you little shit?” Kraglin snarled, quickly putting Peter into a (gentle) headlock. “The hell do ya think yer doin, messin’ in Yondu’s affairs?”

Peter struggles to get away then smirks and licks along the arm Kraglin was holding onto him with getting plenty of saliva on him with a smirk then gets away from him. “Playing match maker. Common dad would be way happier… you see him some times all zombie like…”

Kraglin twitched in disgust and he reached for Peter again. “Get back here – you leave them alone! It’s their mess – let them lie in it! Pete, have you ever had a relationship?? You don’t know what yer dealin’ with!”

Hello, Carlos. I hope that this isn’t an inconvenient time to be interrupting your radio. I just feel that over one year is enough to let bygones be bygones and make you consider dropping the restraining order…

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“What? Oh, Jesus Christ… you’re not the one who’s allowed to come to that conclusion. By bringing it up, you’re making me want to hold out longer.”

“Blood and… violence, Carlos?” He paused to look up at the dripping ichor that was coming from the ceiling. Well, coming from something that was on the ceiling. Hard to fit a giant man in a small booth after all. That sure was one heck of a handshake.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that. I’ve never liked that sort of thing. I have to close my eyes and drink plenty of herbal tea before I can handle a single minute of Nanalan.”

“Your words for it are merely different from mine – it’s the same thing,” Carlos said. “Call it… ‘Language Variation’, I guess. What you call ‘violent’ isn’t necessarily what I would call ‘violent’.”

“Oh– so this is some sort of cultural thing?” His finger left the button momentarily so that he could adjust the microphone better. This sounds like some good wholesome bonding, here. “I see! Just like how in science-talk the word ‘consequence’ can mean something good or bad. So what does ‘violent’ mean to you then?”

Carlos made a slightly-annoyed groaning noise. “Um… it’s… that thing you do… the uh… what you call ‘decorating’. THat’s… I would consider that violent.”

The noise from the other end of the call indicated that something had fallen off of the ceiling and fell with a wet smack. It’s for the best that Carlos not know what part of what just came loose in there.

“… Oh. Is that why you wouldn’t go inside your newly-furnished lab that one time? Gosh, I’m so sorry Carlos. I When I come over should I warn you next time?”

“You’re not coming over,” Carlos said firmly. “Not at all, do you understand? No language variation – I mean exactly what I said.” He was going to stop this train right there.

“Buuuut it’s already on my planner. Annnnd I already reserved a few vacation days by working overtime.” He didn’t seem to be taking Carlos’ reprimand very seriously. Already he was flipping through the pages of his planner to find the date. “I just thought it would be fair to ask if the restraining order was dropped or not before I came into Night Vale.”

“No! No, it is not! I think the entirety of Night Vale still has a restraining order against you, Lauren, and any other ex-Strex employees!”

Hello, Carlos. I hope that this isn’t an inconvenient time to be interrupting your radio. I just feel that over one year is enough to let bygones be bygones and make you consider dropping the restraining order…

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“What? Oh, Jesus Christ… you’re not the one who’s allowed to come to that conclusion. By bringing it up, you’re making me want to hold out longer.”

“Blood and… violence, Carlos?” He paused to look up at the dripping ichor that was coming from the ceiling. Well, coming from something that was on the ceiling. Hard to fit a giant man in a small booth after all. That sure was one heck of a handshake.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that. I’ve never liked that sort of thing. I have to close my eyes and drink plenty of herbal tea before I can handle a single minute of Nanalan.”

“Your words for it are merely different from mine – it’s the same thing,” Carlos said. “Call it… ‘Language Variation’, I guess. What you call ‘violent’ isn’t necessarily what I would call ‘violent’.”

“Oh– so this is some sort of cultural thing?” His finger left the button momentarily so that he could adjust the microphone better. This sounds like some good wholesome bonding, here. “I see! Just like how in science-talk the word ‘consequence’ can mean something good or bad. So what does ‘violent’ mean to you then?”

Carlos made a slightly-annoyed groaning noise. “Um… it’s… that thing you do… the uh… what you call ‘decorating’. THat’s… I would consider that violent.”

The noise from the other end of the call indicated that something had fallen off of the ceiling and fell with a wet smack. It’s for the best that Carlos not know what part of what just came loose in there.

“… Oh. Is that why you wouldn’t go inside your newly-furnished lab that one time? Gosh, I’m so sorry Carlos. I When I come over should I warn you next time?”

“You’re not coming over,” Carlos said firmly. “Not at all, do you understand? No language variation – I mean exactly what I said.” He was going to stop this train right there.

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“Not
gonna force him…. I’ll ask but I’m not expecting anything…. Jamie
don’t…..” Sighs as the man eats a centipede. “Eat that……. What is it
with you and doing that?”

Jamie shrugs. “Just how my people are…. most things on our planet are
bugs… since the natural wildlife was hunted to extinction…”

“You still shouldn’t eat somethin’ you don’t know much about,” Tullk murmured to the other before looking to Yondu again. “Cap’n… normally you take what ya want. What’s diff’rent this time?”

Jamie finishes munching on his little snack offering a peice to Tullk like one would offer a price of jerky.

Yondu sighs. “Because I actually love him…. legibly…. not you know… one time fuck and done thing….”

Tullk politely declined with the wave of his hand, still watching Yondu. “Yeah… ‘cuz as far as I know, you two ain’t even done that yet. Weird. Somethin’ not going right?”

Sighs. “Think Of you and Jamie…. it wasn’t a sudden oh time to Fuck no… it’s…. it’s got to mean something… it’s mates… like you and Jamie…your mates it’s not simple fucking it’s more then that…. I’m still surprised you two haven’t produced young yet…”

“We’ve a very close understandin’ with tha ship’s medic, if ya get my meanin’,” Tullk explained quickly. “But you… yer really tryin’ to approach this all different-like? It’s been over a year. Whatever it is, it don’t look like it’s workin for ya.”

“Close understanding?……” Yondu gives them a look. He sighs a bit. “Well… were still talking… that’s something….maybe your right…. maybe it was a mistake coming back… I’m pinning for something not likely to happen…” Sighs.

Peter smirks recording the conversation intent to play it for carlos. “Time to play matchmaker.” Yelps As Kraglin finally caught him.

“What was that you were saying, you little shit?” Kraglin snarled, quickly putting Peter into a (gentle) headlock. “The hell do ya think yer doin, messin’ in Yondu’s affairs?”

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“What? Oh, Jesus Christ… you’re not the one who’s allowed to come to that conclusion. By bringing it up, you’re making me want to hold out longer.”

“Blood and… violence, Carlos?” He paused to look up at the dripping ichor that was coming from the ceiling. Well, coming from something that was on the ceiling. Hard to fit a giant man in a small booth after all. That sure was one heck of a handshake.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that. I’ve never liked that sort of thing. I have to close my eyes and drink plenty of herbal tea before I can handle a single minute of Nanalan.”

“Your words for it are merely different from mine – it’s the same thing,” Carlos said. “Call it… ‘Language Variation’, I guess. What you call ‘violent’ isn’t necessarily what I would call ‘violent’.”

“Oh– so this is some sort of cultural thing?” His finger left the button momentarily so that he could adjust the microphone better. This sounds like some good wholesome bonding, here. “I see! Just like how in science-talk the word ‘consequence’ can mean something good or bad. So what does ‘violent’ mean to you then?”

Carlos made a slightly-annoyed groaning noise. “Um… it’s… that thing you do… the uh… what you call ‘decorating’. THat’s… I would consider that violent.”

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“Not
gonna force him…. I’ll ask but I’m not expecting anything…. Jamie
don’t…..” Sighs as the man eats a centipede. “Eat that……. What is it
with you and doing that?”

Jamie shrugs. “Just how my people are…. most things on our planet are
bugs… since the natural wildlife was hunted to extinction…”

“You still shouldn’t eat somethin’ you don’t know much about,” Tullk murmured to the other before looking to Yondu again. “Cap’n… normally you take what ya want. What’s diff’rent this time?”

Jamie finishes munching on his little snack offering a peice to Tullk like one would offer a price of jerky.

Yondu sighs. “Because I actually love him…. legibly…. not you know… one time fuck and done thing….”

Tullk politely declined with the wave of his hand, still watching Yondu. “Yeah… ‘cuz as far as I know, you two ain’t even done that yet. Weird. Somethin’ not going right?”

Sighs. “Think Of you and Jamie…. it wasn’t a sudden oh time to Fuck no… it’s…. it’s got to mean something… it’s mates… like you and Jamie…your mates it’s not simple fucking it’s more then that…. I’m still surprised you two haven’t produced young yet…”

“We’ve a very close understandin’ with tha ship’s medic, if ya get my meanin’,” Tullk explained quickly. “But you… yer really tryin’ to approach this all different-like? It’s been over a year. Whatever it is, it don’t look like it’s workin for ya.”

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“What? Oh, Jesus Christ… you’re not the one who’s allowed to come to that conclusion. By bringing it up, you’re making me want to hold out longer.”

“Blood and… violence, Carlos?” He paused to look up at the dripping ichor that was coming from the ceiling. Well, coming from something that was on the ceiling. Hard to fit a giant man in a small booth after all. That sure was one heck of a handshake.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that. I’ve never liked that sort of thing. I have to close my eyes and drink plenty of herbal tea before I can handle a single minute of Nanalan.”

“Your words for it are merely different from mine – it’s the same thing,” Carlos said. “Call it… ‘Language Variation’, I guess. What you call ‘violent’ isn’t necessarily what I would call ‘violent’.”

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“Not
gonna force him…. I’ll ask but I’m not expecting anything…. Jamie
don’t…..” Sighs as the man eats a centipede. “Eat that……. What is it
with you and doing that?”

Jamie shrugs. “Just how my people are…. most things on our planet are
bugs… since the natural wildlife was hunted to extinction…”

“You still shouldn’t eat somethin’ you don’t know much about,” Tullk murmured to the other before looking to Yondu again. “Cap’n… normally you take what ya want. What’s diff’rent this time?”

Jamie finishes munching on his little snack offering a peice to Tullk like one would offer a price of jerky.

Yondu sighs. “Because I actually love him…. legibly…. not you know… one time fuck and done thing….”

Tullk politely declined with the wave of his hand, still watching Yondu. “Yeah… ‘cuz as far as I know, you two ain’t even done that yet. Weird. Somethin’ not going right?”

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“What? Oh, Jesus Christ… you’re not the one who’s allowed to come to that conclusion. By bringing it up, you’re making me want to hold out longer.”

“But if I didn’t bring it up then you’d forget. And if you forgot then you might not remember to employ it when we–

Oh dear. You’re right, I shouldn’t have mentioned it at all. Redo?”

Carlos pressed his lips together almost painfully. He didn’t want to get into the hurting again – he didn’t! But it was really hard to remember how easy it was to get hurt when it had been months ago.

“Are you… are you doing any better, Kevin? At all?” he asked, his voice painfully even.

Kevin laughed from the other end. It was a bright, cheery laugh full of casual relief. It was a true, wonderful trademark of friendly Desert Bluffs folk. “Ahaha– Carlos! Why would you even question something like that? I can guarantee from the bottom of my heart that I am absolutely eternally

in a constant state of mortal suffering.

It’s so quiet here that I can hear the moist tap of my tongue to the roof of my mouth when I try to form human speech. The masked army doesn’t exactly do well with sounding out those brisk consonants. I’m sure you know what I mean. You were here, after all.”

So not really any better. Same ol’, same ol’. That helped Carlos in his decision.

“The masked army can be great conversationalists if you don’t expect them to respond in the same way you would,” Carlos said a little dryly. Kevin was feeling lonely, but it wasn’t Carlos’ problem.

“Aha– well, I have noticed that if I stub my toe at least one of them looks in my general direction. They do have the warmongering going, that’s quite the hobby. Maybe I should try out for their sports team…” He knew Carlos’ tone was shifting and it made him somewhat nervous. His finger twitched for a button that he hoped he didn’t have to press.

“Soooo… how’s scieeeence? Is it on its best behavior todayyy?”

“Science is… science. Constant and unchanging. The only variable is my mood,” Carlos responded. “You know, maybe the masked figures could use you on their… ‘sports team’. It seems to be right up your alley, with all the … blood and violence… involved.”

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“Not
gonna force him…. I’ll ask but I’m not expecting anything…. Jamie
don’t…..” Sighs as the man eats a centipede. “Eat that……. What is it
with you and doing that?”

Jamie shrugs. “Just how my people are…. most things on our planet are
bugs… since the natural wildlife was hunted to extinction…”

“You still shouldn’t eat somethin’ you don’t know much about,” Tullk murmured to the other before looking to Yondu again. “Cap’n… normally you take what ya want. What’s diff’rent this time?”