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Not since the incident. But me, Neil, and Nikki all went once.

You did? What happened? *he makes himself sound more curious than serious this time*

Well QM was there,,, so were some other people,,, and,,, there was a kid but he wasn’t with QM *intensely vauge*

*sighs* Max, come on – just tell me.

*he takes a deep breath* we saw QM having sex. Weird-ass kinky sex. In a dungeon. It was terrifying.

*he stares at the kid, shocked.* Are… are you serious? That’s
– that’s highly disturbing! Have you told the counselors? Have you reported
him??

Hell no! Quartermaster has been here for god knows how long doing god knows what and I’m not about to get on his hit list for snitching about his personal creepy old man time! Plus; Nikki, Neil, and I all agreed it never happened and moved on with our lives.

Max – you have been exposed to indecency that children
should never have to see! He needs to
be prosecuted! Have you told David??

No, I haven’t. It’s not even that big of a deal. Campbell’s doing illegal shit (pardon language) too and no one cares about that but Ered’s dad’s.

What are you talking about – the owner of the camp is a
criminal??

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Not since the incident. But me, Neil, and Nikki all went once.

You did? What happened? *he makes himself sound more curious than serious this time*

Well QM was there,,, so were some other people,,, and,,, there was a kid but he wasn’t with QM *intensely vauge*

*sighs* Max, come on – just tell me.

*he takes a deep breath* we saw QM having sex. Weird-ass kinky sex. In a dungeon. It was terrifying.

*he stares at the kid, shocked.* Are… are you serious? That’s
– that’s highly disturbing! Have you told the counselors? Have you reported
him??

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Yondu tilts his head curious. “Yeah what’s that?”

“Well… back on Earth, I’m bilingual,” Carlos explained. “I
guess I still am… I’m speaking a mash of two different languages right now. But
that’s because my translator, when it feeds me information, it gives me words
in both the languages. Like, if one word fits better in English, it’ll be in
English. But if it fits better in Spanish, it’ll be in Spanish. Does that make
sense?”

Seeing Carlos reading something Yondu approached climbing and sitting on Carlos’ lap, he wanted attention “…”

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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?”

Yondu looked at what Carlos was reading, stretching out his hand and trying to take what Carlos was reading from his hand, pouting, he had never had positive attention before he met Carlos and for that reason he had changed a little, he was needy for attention, after all, he spent several years of his life without any attention, or anyone caring for him.

“Bored…” He said, holding Carlos’s arm and pulling close.

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?”

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“Mostly here. They only come up to ships they recognize. So It’s good to see big daddies pod again.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “How… how does the rest of the
crew react to them? Do they like space-whales?” They probably weren’t called that, but Carlos was hoping his communicator, or Yondu’s, would translate the term for him.

“We call them voids. Or void spirits. But the crew respect them. It has been known that if they happen upon a ship then have saved lives before.”

Carlos nodded. “Sort of like dolphins,” he said, though of
course he didn’t expect Yondu to understand that. “I see. It’s good to hear
that your crew respect them. I… no offense, but I was honestly a bit worried.”

“Rightfully so. But all space pirates respect them. Those that don’t do not live long.” Lands back at the ship but doesn’t let him go.

Carlos just let Yondu hold him for a little bit longer, as
they were talking. “Do the spirits deal with people who try to hurt them?”
Carlos honestly couldn’t blame them if they did.

“Every now and then you’ll see wreckage…… and star dust surrounding it…. so we say yes. That’s why you respect them….”

“Oh… wow,” Carlos said softly. That was… a terrifying
concept, but… actually kind of a great one. Only idiots and monsters would be
punished really, it seemed.

“Otherwise they are as you saw. Calm gentle creatures. And today. You made a friend.”

Carlos chuckled. “Yeah, I… I guess I did.” He looked at
Yondu. “Hey… can I get those pictures onto my datapad? Next time we’re
planet-side, I wanna see if I can get them printed.” It’d be tough to convert
them to a file that could go onto his phone, so he figured he could show his
dad and brother physical copies when he got back home.

“Sure. Get ya a nice little old booklet to hold all the pictures. Gonna have a whole bunch to show yer folks.”

Carlos smiled and nodded. “Yeah – I’d like that,” he said. “Great
idea.” He then thought for a moment. “I think my dad would like you. After he
and my brother get over the ‘aliens exist’ thing… I think they would like to
meet you.”

“Yeah… maybe. Who knows right.” Nuzzles.

Carlos chuckled softly. “Well, you ‘nose’,” he joked. He laughed at his own bad pun, but then quickly
stopped. “Uh, sorry if that didn’t translate… I was making a pun. My bad, if
you didn’t understand it…” Damn. It just slipped out – he hadn’t been able to
make puns so he tried to give up on them.

Yondu couldn’t help but laugh and presses there foreheads together and nuzzles. “So the nose …knows…. hmmmm…. well I nose something. I want to kiss you…” tips his head up and kisses him.

Carlos laughed softly, a little embarrassed. But also
because Yondu was kissing his space helmet in between them. “Yondu, that’s…
that’s not working,” he giggled. But then he sighed audibly. “But I guess it’ll
do,” he said and he leaned forward in his helmet to kiss his own glass.

Smiles at him. “Let’s finish up here then go warm up under my thick furs. I’m not a fan of the cold.”

“It’d be colder without
the suits,” Carlos told him. But he understood – he worried a little bit that
his fingers would go numb if he stayed out for too much longer. He gently
pushed away enough, still keeping a grip on Yondu, and turned to begin working
again.

After a while he decided to ask: “Do you understand English?”

“Hmmm? No… not with out a translator. To me it sounds like gibberish. And you humans have multiple languages…. makes it worse.”

“Oh,” Carlos said, a little disappointed. “Well, do those
words sound the same to you anyway then? I mean, ‘knows’ and ‘nose’.”

“They do but I got the pun. Hehe. Not everything translates well but yeah.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “Yeah… I suppose not,” he said as
he turned back to work. “You know, my translator does something really
interesting for me,” he told Yondu.

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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 reached down to gently touch the boy’s shoulder and
give it what he hoped was a comforting squeeze. “What do you want to eat?” he
asked gently. “What kind of things can you eat?” The last thing Carlos wanted was to give Yondu something he was allergic to or something that was poisonous to his species.

Yondu looked at Carlos when he heard the question, he blinked a little and licked his lips and tilted his head to the side, he didn’t understand the option, maybe Carlos wanted to know if Yondu wanted something liquid or solid? “I want solid food” he said, looking down, after all, he didn’t want to ask too much, he didn’t want to abuse and end up without food “… I can eat anything ..” He said looking up and looking at Carlos, Yondu scratched his eyes and looked around “But … if possible I don’t want rats … They usually bite when you bite them.”

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.

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*He looked back at Carlos, more confused before shrugging* nah, I’m fine.

*Carlos drops his hand and nods* Okay. Stay close, then. *He
takes out his phone and turns on his light.* Which way to the tents?

*Max nods* They’re back by the mess hall but right instead.

Right, okay. Let’s go. *shines the flashlight out in front
of them so they could see their path*

This is the time of night QM does,,,, stuff,,,,, at spooky island.

*He looks at Max curiously* Stuff? What kind of stuff?

*Max looks at him with extreame Caution* y o u d o n t w a n t t o k n o w.

*Carlos gets concerned* Uh… M-Max, my daughter’s also
attending the camp. The way you say that… makes me think I really ought to
know.

*Max looks around making sure QM isn’t anywhere* I could tell you but,, he might hear..

Max – my daughter is here. I need you to tell me
if she’s in danger in any way. I’m sorry, but I’d rather you not be cryptic to me.

She’s not in physical danger,,, forthemostpart, we’re just,, not allowed at spooky island,, anymore,, so as long as we all stay here we should be fine.

*Sighs, a little frustrated* Max… kiddo. I’m being serious.
I need you to be straight with me – what’s at Spooky Island?

Well, we’re all sectioned off in lake lilac. *Max points off towards a part of the lake* over there is the woodscouts, they’re assbuckets. *he points in the opposite direction* there, the flowerscouts, kinda like girl scouts but worse. We’re camp campbell, and over there,, *he points off to the middle of the lake* is spooky island. The name us self-explanatory. Now what’s at spooky island,, isn’t,,, good.

Do you kids go to Spooky Island? (decides to take a different approach)

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“Mostly here. They only come up to ships they recognize. So It’s good to see big daddies pod again.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “How… how does the rest of the
crew react to them? Do they like space-whales?” They probably weren’t called that, but Carlos was hoping his communicator, or Yondu’s, would translate the term for him.

“We call them voids. Or void spirits. But the crew respect them. It has been known that if they happen upon a ship then have saved lives before.”

Carlos nodded. “Sort of like dolphins,” he said, though of
course he didn’t expect Yondu to understand that. “I see. It’s good to hear
that your crew respect them. I… no offense, but I was honestly a bit worried.”

“Rightfully so. But all space pirates respect them. Those that don’t do not live long.” Lands back at the ship but doesn’t let him go.

Carlos just let Yondu hold him for a little bit longer, as
they were talking. “Do the spirits deal with people who try to hurt them?”
Carlos honestly couldn’t blame them if they did.

“Every now and then you’ll see wreckage…… and star dust surrounding it…. so we say yes. That’s why you respect them….”

“Oh… wow,” Carlos said softly. That was… a terrifying
concept, but… actually kind of a great one. Only idiots and monsters would be
punished really, it seemed.

“Otherwise they are as you saw. Calm gentle creatures. And today. You made a friend.”

Carlos chuckled. “Yeah, I… I guess I did.” He looked at
Yondu. “Hey… can I get those pictures onto my datapad? Next time we’re
planet-side, I wanna see if I can get them printed.” It’d be tough to convert
them to a file that could go onto his phone, so he figured he could show his
dad and brother physical copies when he got back home.

“Sure. Get ya a nice little old booklet to hold all the pictures. Gonna have a whole bunch to show yer folks.”

Carlos smiled and nodded. “Yeah – I’d like that,” he said. “Great
idea.” He then thought for a moment. “I think my dad would like you. After he
and my brother get over the ‘aliens exist’ thing… I think they would like to
meet you.”

“Yeah… maybe. Who knows right.” Nuzzles.

Carlos chuckled softly. “Well, you ‘nose’,” he joked. He laughed at his own bad pun, but then quickly
stopped. “Uh, sorry if that didn’t translate… I was making a pun. My bad, if
you didn’t understand it…” Damn. It just slipped out – he hadn’t been able to
make puns so he tried to give up on them.

Yondu couldn’t help but laugh and presses there foreheads together and nuzzles. “So the nose …knows…. hmmmm…. well I nose something. I want to kiss you…” tips his head up and kisses him.

Carlos laughed softly, a little embarrassed. But also
because Yondu was kissing his space helmet in between them. “Yondu, that’s…
that’s not working,” he giggled. But then he sighed audibly. “But I guess it’ll
do,” he said and he leaned forward in his helmet to kiss his own glass.

Smiles at him. “Let’s finish up here then go warm up under my thick furs. I’m not a fan of the cold.”

“It’d be colder without
the suits,” Carlos told him. But he understood – he worried a little bit that
his fingers would go numb if he stayed out for too much longer. He gently
pushed away enough, still keeping a grip on Yondu, and turned to begin working
again.

After a while he decided to ask: “Do you understand English?”

“Hmmm? No… not with out a translator. To me it sounds like gibberish. And you humans have multiple languages…. makes it worse.”

“Oh,” Carlos said, a little disappointed. “Well, do those
words sound the same to you anyway then? I mean, ‘knows’ and ‘nose’.”