“Hmmm
money is good. I like how you think.” Helps him finish up repairs then
floats them back into the ship and shivers pulling andcwalking quickly
to his room. “Coooold!”
Carlos followed after Yondu, rubbing his hands together to
try to warm them up. “Do you wanna try to make some cider back in the Captain’s
Quarters?” he asked the other man. “I’d do it, but… I’m not a very good cook.
Like, at all. I can help where I can, though.”
“Hot spiked cider it is. fuck it’s cold!” Shoves the door open and literally runs for the furs and flings them around f his shoulders.
Carlos locked the door behind them and rubbed his shoulders.
“Uh – I’d rather not have it spiked. I don’t do well with alcohol… not unless I’m
okay to sleep for the rest of the day.” He went over to the in-room food prep
unit and started to find a kettle and some cups.
Follows him around like a walking fuzzy shag rug.
Carlos looked at Yondu and offered him a smile. “Don’t you
have a sweater? I’d imagine it’d be hard working the heating element with your
blanket like that…”
“Yes…. but then I’d have to remove my coat to put it on……….” flops the furs over carliss head and rushes to the closet and digs through it for the sweater.
Carlos made a soft ‘eep!’ sound when the furs were dropped
over him. He feels around to find the counter to set down the cups he got out
of the cupboard. “C-Captain! I’m holding things here!”
“And yer doing great job of it babe.” Pulls on a old sweater that said merry Christmas ya filthy animal on it.
Carlos finally found the counter and was able to set the
things down. He then pulled off the blanket and started to sort of roll/fold it
with his arms when he caught sight of Yondu.
“Wha… where the hell did you get that?” he asked, genuinely
shocked.
“Earth…. Year’s ago scoping out the place for some easy money. Easy to fit in on that costume holiday thing…… was cold saw this sweater I liked the words.”
“You went to Earth and got an ugly Home Alone Christmas
sweater… because you basically thought it was cool?” Carlos asked him.
“Well… Everyone was saying so. Lots of people wear this. And hats. And it’s not nice calling it ugly.”
Carlos stared at him for a moment, but then laughed. “No, no…
we, uh… it’s hard to explain, but a lot of people do like ‘ugly Christmas
sweaters’. It’s just what they’re called. And… I’m absolutely baffled that you
managed to get your hands on one to wear unironically when you’re cold.”
*answers on the second ring* Faeroune Funerary, you stab ‘em, we slab ‘em. What’s up?
Oh,
you know, the usual. A cultist managed to get hired by the camp and
attempted to brainwash and kill the campers but wound up poisoning
himself instead. I already took care of it, he won’t be coming anywhere
near our daughter.
Uh… Mia, I don’t know what kind of camps you’ve been to, but
that is not usual. Usual for extreme
cultists, I guess, but not for Summer Camps. What do you mean you took care of
it?
Dragons gotta eat too, don’t they? *laughs* I try not to feed Drake junk food too often though~ So, how’s your research going?
My – my research? Mia, that camp has a lot of issues going
on with it. It’s… it’s more like a camp
camp – there’s apparently different ‘camps’ rolled up into one. You signed
Angie up for ‘Science Camp’, but Max said that there was another kid there for ‘Adventure
Camp’ or something.
Yes, yes. Carlos, I read the fine print. I was assured, however, that there would be enough science things there to keep Angie sufficiently entertained and help her with her desire to be a scientist like you. And if the camp proves to be insufficient, well, you’re only a few miles away.
I’m just over two miles from the camp. But I didn’t know
this – Max described the camp as a scam. How can they run so many different
types of subjects at the same time?
SEND ME ☟ FOR MY MUSE TO TURN BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, WITH ONLY THE MEMORIES THAT LEAD UP TO THAT AGE.
Yondu was sleeping on a pile of clothes, he looked tired and much younger than before, he was thin and already had some scars, apparently he was 8 years old.
Carlos couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose slightly. “I’m…
not going to give you a rat, don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll get you a sandwich
and some juice, is that okay?” A sandwich had plenty of carbs – and the kid
looked like he needed them. Plus a bit of juice for some energy…
Heh, he sounded like a pediatrician.
Yondu kept looking at Carlos, the boy seemed more confused than before, blinking and tilting his head again “Is that food?” He had no idea what sandwich and juice were, he moved and was now closer to Carlos.
What kind of question is that? Or actually, what kind of
childhood has this kid had that he asked these questions? He didn’t even know
what a sandwich was!
“Yeah, it’s food. I promised I’d get you some. Juice is a
drink made of fruit, and it’s really sweet. I think you’ll like it.”
It was finally their turn and Carlos had made a decision for
them. So he stepped forward, slowly so Yondu could shuffle along with him, and
gave the barista his order.
Carlos was surprised when Yondu just got up into his lap by himself. He counted himself lucky when the kid approached him on his own for affection.
Carlos offered the child a smile. “Hey, buddy. How you doing?”
Carlos set down his data pad for now and started to bounce
his leg gently with the kid on it. “You are? What do you wanna do, kiddo?”
Yondu closed his eyes and leaned back, laying on Carlos’s chest, he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do, he just wanted to stay and spend time with Carlos “Just … Stay with you ..”
“Okay, buddy,” Carlos said, still smiling. “Wanna watch some
programs on the viewer? Maybe there’s some cartoons on…” He picked up his pad
again and navigated to the remote for the screen in his living room.
Hey Max… buddy. I need to ask you some more questions.
Al,,right? What’s up?
I need to talk to you about the camp. I want you to tell me all the bad things that happened and the names of those parents who exposed themselves on Parent’s Day. Angela’s mom and I are working to resolve some of the issues that this camp is going through so they don’t happen again.
*max shrugs* there was Daniel, Campbell is a whole thing himself with embezzling funds or something, the woodscouts, and I dunno Nikki & Neil’s parent’s names.
Nikki and Neil’s parents? Which ones? Their dads? Their
moms?
It was Nikki’s mom and Neil’s dad I think? I dunno! I wasn’t here for that.
*sighs* Okay, I’ll ask some of the other kids. What about
Campbell? What is he like?
He was always running from the feds and did care about the camp. Sort of lied to everyone. He’s gone now so that doesn’t matter.
What do you mean he’s gone? Did he ditch the place?
He got caught on parents day
Caught? What do you mean?
He got arrested. Ered’s dad’s worked with the gov and caught up with him.
Hey Max… buddy. I need to ask you some more questions.
Al,,right? What’s up?
I need to talk to you about the camp. I want you to tell me all the bad things that happened and the names of those parents who exposed themselves on Parent’s Day. Angela’s mom and I are working to resolve some of the issues that this camp is going through so they don’t happen again.
*max shrugs* there was Daniel, Campbell is a whole thing himself with embezzling funds or something, the woodscouts, and I dunno Nikki & Neil’s parent’s names.
Nikki and Neil’s parents? Which ones? Their dads? Their
moms?
It was Nikki’s mom and Neil’s dad I think? I dunno! I wasn’t here for that.
*sighs* Okay, I’ll ask some of the other kids. What about
Campbell? What is he like?
He was always running from the feds and did care about the camp. Sort of lied to everyone. He’s gone now so that doesn’t matter.
What do you mean he’s gone? Did he ditch the place?
“Hmmm
money is good. I like how you think.” Helps him finish up repairs then
floats them back into the ship and shivers pulling andcwalking quickly
to his room. “Coooold!”
Carlos followed after Yondu, rubbing his hands together to
try to warm them up. “Do you wanna try to make some cider back in the Captain’s
Quarters?” he asked the other man. “I’d do it, but… I’m not a very good cook.
Like, at all. I can help where I can, though.”
“Hot spiked cider it is. fuck it’s cold!” Shoves the door open and literally runs for the furs and flings them around f his shoulders.
Carlos locked the door behind them and rubbed his shoulders.
“Uh – I’d rather not have it spiked. I don’t do well with alcohol… not unless I’m
okay to sleep for the rest of the day.” He went over to the in-room food prep
unit and started to find a kettle and some cups.
Follows him around like a walking fuzzy shag rug.
Carlos looked at Yondu and offered him a smile. “Don’t you
have a sweater? I’d imagine it’d be hard working the heating element with your
blanket like that…”
“Yes…. but then I’d have to remove my coat to put it on……….” flops the furs over carliss head and rushes to the closet and digs through it for the sweater.
Carlos made a soft ‘eep!’ sound when the furs were dropped
over him. He feels around to find the counter to set down the cups he got out
of the cupboard. “C-Captain! I’m holding things here!”
“And yer doing great job of it babe.” Pulls on a old sweater that said merry Christmas ya filthy animal on it.
Carlos finally found the counter and was able to set the
things down. He then pulled off the blanket and started to sort of roll/fold it
with his arms when he caught sight of Yondu.
“Wha… where the hell did you get that?” he asked, genuinely
shocked.
“Earth…. Year’s ago scoping out the place for some easy money. Easy to fit in on that costume holiday thing…… was cold saw this sweater I liked the words.”
“You went to Earth and got an ugly Home Alone Christmas
sweater… because you basically thought it was cool?” Carlos asked him.
Hey Max… buddy. I need to ask you some more questions.
Al,,right? What’s up?
I need to talk to you about the camp. I want you to tell me all the bad things that happened and the names of those parents who exposed themselves on Parent’s Day. Angela’s mom and I are working to resolve some of the issues that this camp is going through so they don’t happen again.
*max shrugs* there was Daniel, Campbell is a whole thing himself with embezzling funds or something, the woodscouts, and I dunno Nikki & Neil’s parent’s names.
Nikki and Neil’s parents? Which ones? Their dads? Their
moms?
It was Nikki’s mom and Neil’s dad I think? I dunno! I wasn’t here for that.
*sighs* Okay, I’ll ask some of the other kids. What about
Campbell? What is he like?
He was always running from the feds and did care about the camp. Sort of lied to everyone. He’s gone now so that doesn’t matter.
What do you mean he’s gone? Did he ditch the place?
*answers on the second ring* Faeroune Funerary, you stab ‘em, we slab ‘em. What’s up?
Oh,
you know, the usual. A cultist managed to get hired by the camp and
attempted to brainwash and kill the campers but wound up poisoning
himself instead. I already took care of it, he won’t be coming anywhere
near our daughter.
Uh… Mia, I don’t know what kind of camps you’ve been to, but
that is not usual. Usual for extreme
cultists, I guess, but not for Summer Camps. What do you mean you took care of
it?
Dragons gotta eat too, don’t they? *laughs* I try not to feed Drake junk food too often though~ So, how’s your research going?
My – my research? Mia, that camp has a lot of issues going
on with it. It’s… it’s more like a camp
camp – there’s apparently different ‘camps’ rolled up into one. You signed
Angie up for ‘Science Camp’, but Max said that there was another kid there for ‘Adventure
Camp’ or something.
