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Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

*he
trembles slightly and takes some tissues* .. t-thanks.. *he dried his
tears quickly and glanced around* c-.. can we go back to talking a-about
fish..?

*he nods* Sure… absolutely. *Carlos plans to talk to the
counselors and try to get into touch with Max’s parents – they need to know
what happened anyway. But he kind of dreads meeting them.*

*he stands up and gently takes Max’s hand to walk him over
to sit at the fire pit* Let’s go sit down. So, when I get the tackle and
license I can teach you how to fish. As a kid, you’ll be able to do it without
a license as long as an adult is watching you.

r-really? *he smiles slightly, looking up at the other* … what’s a ‘tackle’?

Oh, it just means the bait and line and hooks and stuff.

why not just call it ‘fishing kit’ then? *he glances around the fire pit before sitting*

*Carlos just shrugs* I’m not sure – I’m a scientist, not a
vocabulary expert. *he sits down next to Max*

the english language is weird… alot of things are weird if you think about it *he looked out over the lake* but i guess that’s just life..

Yeah. But part of a scientist’s job is finding explanations
for the weird. Not in language, but in life I mean.

but what if you can’t find an explanation? what if there are no explanations? *he tilted his head slightly*

Sometimes that just means we don’t have the technology to
figure it out yet. Like black holes? Where the stuff  that they suck up goes – we don’t know yet.
We don’t have anything that can tell us yet.

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*max shrugs* if your kid likes the camp, and I don’t see why anyone would,
then I guess ask her too if you wanna take her out of here. I’d be fine
with leaving but my “parents” don’t have a say in that anymore.

*he looks at Max* What do you mean they don’t have a say? Is
there a contract?

*max was slient and lowered the dress more before shrugging* sorry about my language but, they don’t give a shit. They never did. So David took me in and I can’t leave without him so..

*Carlos felt a little like he’d been punched in the gut,
hearing that Max wasn’t being taken care of by his parents. He felt sorry for
bringing it up*

I’m sorry to hear that. But, I guess you understand… it’s
tough for a guy like David to work at the same time as raising you. He’s… he’s
single, isn’t he?

Yeah, he does a pretty good job though so. And he cares so, can’t complain there.

*nods* Yeah, okay. That’s good – that’s very good.

*by now Max has nearly lowered the entire dress into the fire* hm.

*Carlos senses Max might not want to talk about it anymore
so he goes quiet just to watch the dress burn some more*

This is,, really cool, the fire and stuff.

Yeah, it is. Fire is fascinating. Humans have been playing
with it for God knows how long. It’s amazing what we can do with it, you know?

Yeah, but a lot of damage could be done with it and that kinda sucks.

*hums and nods* Which is why we took safety measures. I’m
glad you could have fun with it, and get what you wanted done.

*the dress had finally gotten Completely into the fire* yeah. *Max tosses the stick into the fire and sat down* what time is it?

*pulls out his phone to look at the time* It’s a little over
half past 9. Does David check in on the campers?

Yeah, usually. I should probably get to my tent or he’ll flip. *Max stood up and stretched*

*Nods* I’ll walk you to your tent – I have a flashlight on
my phone. Then I’ll come right back to deal with the fire.

Yeah, alright. *Max yawns* damn I’m tired.

*Carlos chuckles softly and stands up. He pulls down his
handkerchief and offers his hand to Max*

*Max looked at Carlos’ hand, confused before giving him the handkerchief and shoving his hands in his pockets*

*Carlos is confused a bit, but he puts the handkerchief in
his pocket. He then offers his hand again* Wanna hold my hand while I walk you
back?

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“Yeah, I’ve taken apart a couple, and even put one together
for protection one night… though I didn’t have a way to power it at the time.
It was more like a scarecrow. But yeah – I can do that.” He smiled at Hancock.
If he wasn’t determined before, he definitely was now. A job, and the
possibility of follow-up work? Carlos would have even made the Terminal fly if Hancock had asked him to!

“Great, just write me out a list of parts and I’ll find someone to go out and get ‘em.” He started, a smile on his face as he watched Carlos. “I’ll still do what I can to get ya set up in somethin’ more permanent, but this’ll be a huge help the next time super mutants decide to attack.”

Carlos nodded. “Yeah, sure – absolutely,” he said. “Um – let’s
go get to working on that Terminal – I shouldn’t take too long – a few hours at
most. And I can write up the list afterward.”

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Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.

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Her stomach dropped when he laughed. Had she said something wrong? Oh… Well now she felt like an idiot. Wait. Oh. Oh! He was agreeing to this! Okay, good! The changes in her face as he spoke were barely perceptible, but her eyes definitely lit up as he confirmed their plans. “Sounds perfect,” she grinned. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

Carlos smiled to her and nodded. “Alright then. So the
Starbucks? Or do you have another coffee joint in mind? I’m not really picky.”

In all honesty, she really didn’t care for Starbucks. Their coffee was too bitter and always tasted burnt, and the syrup they used for flavoring was way too viscous and all kind of tasted the same. She was probably far more picky than most people were about this kind of thing, and was more of a tea person anyway, but she was enamoured and had been out of town for too long to think of any other good coffee shops. So all she could manage was, “No, no, Starbucks is fine. Starbucks is perfect.”

Carlos nodded again. “Sounds good then! I look forward to
it. Until tomorrow?” He didn’t think they’d quite picked a day, just a time.

“Tomorrow,” she confirmed with a grin. “I’ll see you then,” she added, giving him a wink.

Carlos was a little surprised by the wink. He cleared his
throat slightly and offered her a smile. “Um, well, until then,” he said. “I’ve
got some science to get back to – it was nice running into you.”

Had she been flirting with him? Well obviously, when asking
to hold his hand. Carlos just had a little trouble believing anyone would try
to flirt with him. Well… he’d see how
it went as they got to know each other.

“That it was. Enjoy the rest of your day. Hope your science goes well.” And with that, she twirled around, long hair cascading behind her and leaving the faint scent of roses as she walked away with a slight sway in her hips.

With Carlos behind her, he couldn’t see the giddy, triumphant grin on her face. That had gone better than she had hoped. A couple hiccups maybe, but it all worked out. She waited until she rounded a corner and knew she was out of earshot to let out an excited, happy giggle and break into a run to get home. She needed to start planning out an outfit!

“Thank you,” Carlos said to her. “Have a good day!” Carlos
watched her turn and leave. She was cute, he thought – both in looks and
personality. He liked her. He kind of hoped she wasn’t too interesting for him –
she might not like him as much if she ended up finding him dull.

Oh well… he could see about that soon.

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*max shrugs* if your kid likes the camp, and I don’t see why anyone would,
then I guess ask her too if you wanna take her out of here. I’d be fine
with leaving but my “parents” don’t have a say in that anymore.

*he looks at Max* What do you mean they don’t have a say? Is
there a contract?

*max was slient and lowered the dress more before shrugging* sorry about my language but, they don’t give a shit. They never did. So David took me in and I can’t leave without him so..

*Carlos felt a little like he’d been punched in the gut,
hearing that Max wasn’t being taken care of by his parents. He felt sorry for
bringing it up*

I’m sorry to hear that. But, I guess you understand… it’s
tough for a guy like David to work at the same time as raising you. He’s… he’s
single, isn’t he?

Yeah, he does a pretty good job though so. And he cares so, can’t complain there.

*nods* Yeah, okay. That’s good – that’s very good.

*by now Max has nearly lowered the entire dress into the fire* hm.

*Carlos senses Max might not want to talk about it anymore
so he goes quiet just to watch the dress burn some more*

This is,, really cool, the fire and stuff.

Yeah, it is. Fire is fascinating. Humans have been playing
with it for God knows how long. It’s amazing what we can do with it, you know?

Yeah, but a lot of damage could be done with it and that kinda sucks.

*hums and nods* Which is why we took safety measures. I’m
glad you could have fun with it, and get what you wanted done.

*the dress had finally gotten Completely into the fire* yeah. *Max tosses the stick into the fire and sat down* what time is it?

*pulls out his phone to look at the time* It’s a little over
half past 9. Does David check in on the campers?

Yeah, usually. I should probably get to my tent or he’ll flip. *Max stood up and stretched*

*Nods* I’ll walk you to your tent – I have a flashlight on
my phone. Then I’ll come right back to deal with the fire.

Yeah, alright. *Max yawns* damn I’m tired.

*Carlos chuckles softly and stands up. He pulls down his
handkerchief and offers his hand to Max*

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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.

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Some valves still needed some work so Carlos was working down in engineering. He had a wall panel off and he was on his knees with his upper body buried in the bulkhead. His jeans pulled kind of tight around his backside from this position, but he didn’t really notice.

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Yondu blinks walking by then backs up looking at his mate and grins thinking then sneaks up and slaps his ass cheeks. Then high tail runs out laughing.

Carlos yelped loudly and jumped until his head hit a pipe in
the wall. His own voice and the thud from his head echoed around him and he
couldn’t scramble out of the bulkhead fast enough before Yondu was gone.

“God… dammit!” Carlos muttered, still sitting on his knees
on the floor. He was going to give Yondu a hard time when they saw each other
again (lovingly so, but still a hard time).

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*max shrugs* if your kid likes the camp, and I don’t see why anyone would,
then I guess ask her too if you wanna take her out of here. I’d be fine
with leaving but my “parents” don’t have a say in that anymore.

*he looks at Max* What do you mean they don’t have a say? Is
there a contract?

*max was slient and lowered the dress more before shrugging* sorry about my language but, they don’t give a shit. They never did. So David took me in and I can’t leave without him so..

*Carlos felt a little like he’d been punched in the gut,
hearing that Max wasn’t being taken care of by his parents. He felt sorry for
bringing it up*

I’m sorry to hear that. But, I guess you understand… it’s
tough for a guy like David to work at the same time as raising you. He’s… he’s
single, isn’t he?

Yeah, he does a pretty good job though so. And he cares so, can’t complain there.

*nods* Yeah, okay. That’s good – that’s very good.

*by now Max has nearly lowered the entire dress into the fire* hm.

*Carlos senses Max might not want to talk about it anymore
so he goes quiet just to watch the dress burn some more*

This is,, really cool, the fire and stuff.

Yeah, it is. Fire is fascinating. Humans have been playing
with it for God knows how long. It’s amazing what we can do with it, you know?

Yeah, but a lot of damage could be done with it and that kinda sucks.

*hums and nods* Which is why we took safety measures. I’m
glad you could have fun with it, and get what you wanted done.

*the dress had finally gotten Completely into the fire* yeah. *Max tosses the stick into the fire and sat down* what time is it?

*pulls out his phone to look at the time* It’s a little over
half past 9. Does David check in on the campers?

Yeah, usually. I should probably get to my tent or he’ll flip. *Max stood up and stretched*

*Nods* I’ll walk you to your tent – I have a flashlight on
my phone. Then I’ll come right back to deal with the fire.

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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.

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Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.

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Her stomach dropped when he laughed. Had she said something wrong? Oh… Well now she felt like an idiot. Wait. Oh. Oh! He was agreeing to this! Okay, good! The changes in her face as he spoke were barely perceptible, but her eyes definitely lit up as he confirmed their plans. “Sounds perfect,” she grinned. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

Carlos smiled to her and nodded. “Alright then. So the
Starbucks? Or do you have another coffee joint in mind? I’m not really picky.”

In all honesty, she really didn’t care for Starbucks. Their coffee was too bitter and always tasted burnt, and the syrup they used for flavoring was way too viscous and all kind of tasted the same. She was probably far more picky than most people were about this kind of thing, and was more of a tea person anyway, but she was enamoured and had been out of town for too long to think of any other good coffee shops. So all she could manage was, “No, no, Starbucks is fine. Starbucks is perfect.”

Carlos nodded again. “Sounds good then! I look forward to
it. Until tomorrow?” He didn’t think they’d quite picked a day, just a time.

“Tomorrow,” she confirmed with a grin. “I’ll see you then,” she added, giving him a wink.

Carlos was a little surprised by the wink. He cleared his
throat slightly and offered her a smile. “Um, well, until then,” he said. “I’ve
got some science to get back to – it was nice running into you.”

Had she been flirting with him? Well obviously, when asking
to hold his hand. Carlos just had a little trouble believing anyone would try
to flirt with him. Well… he’d see how
it went as they got to know each other.