[ The high pitched noise startles Peter for a second, then he lets out a laugh and brings his palm up. Sandy jumps onto it in a moment. ]
It's Sandy, my familiar. Do you want to hold her? She's very soft now.[ He knows Klaus is good handling little rodents, Peter has first-hand experience. ]
Oh that's cool, a proper house will give you more privacy than the rooms here. And sure you have no idea...well I am keeping the toy horse, it's very cute. I also wanted to thank you for helping me when I was turned into an animal. I owe you some strawberry crepes.
Yes, [is said without missing a beat as klaus upturns his palms and presents them to peter. some people might be terrified of rodents; as it stands, he seems to like animals indiscriminately and would probably be that idiot who'd hop into an alligator pen or go swimming with sharks.]
Soft now? What, she wasn't soft before?
[he faintly nods his head.] It'll definitely be nice for that. [another hardly innocent grin splits his features, made even worse by the fact he's proud peter's decided to keep the little horse, but the moment peter mentions crepes, his eyes widen, mouth falling open with surprise. he should say, “no, it's fine, i don't need anything in return.” what comes out instead,] Holy shit, now you're speaking my language.
[ Peter carefully deposits the tiny familiar on Klaus' outstretched palm and Sandy squeaks friendly at him.
Don't hop into an alligator pen, Klaus, those are not friend shaped!!!! ]
She was but a hamster's fur is extra soft. Softer than when she's a Corgi. [ He pockets the toy horse he was holding with in his other hand to make sure he won't misplace it. Once he's back in the Benatar he will leave the horse on the console of the ship, like those nick nacks Yondu liked to collect. ]
We can go to the kitchen and make some..unless you really want to leave. I wouldn't dare to keep you busy.
Oh... [slowly, oh-so-carefully, he draws the little hamster close to his chest, keeps one hand cupped underneath her and moves the other to gently rub her head.
and hey, if he wants to play with some gators, why shouldn't he? surely he can outrun them, right!?]
God, but corgis are super adorable with their short little legs and tiny loaf bodies? [flickering his attention from where the horse goes into peter's pocket to the other man's face, his eyebrows arch toward his hairline, lips rolling thoughtfully as he contemplates the offer. he doesn't exactly have anywhere else to be, so why the hell not?] I mean, obviously, my plan was to leave you the gift and escape... but I'm not opposed to staying and making some food.
[it's probably been a while since he ate properly anyhow.]
[ Sandy chips in happiness and tilts her head towards Klaus. ]
Maybe but if you trip and get you leg chewed off, I don't want to hear any complains.
That is true. Nero wants to use Sandy to make memes. [ And Peter is all too happy to let him do that. Now if they only had a way to take pictures with the bracelets, that would be great. Once Klaus agrees to stay for a bit, peter gives his shoulder a friendly squeeze and starts moving towards the kitchen. ]
Good! I don't like eating alone. Or being alone much, to be honest.
[to which klaus answers by rubbing the spot just behind her ears.
don't worry, there aren't any around (yet), so they'll be in the clear for some time. hearing nero wanting to use peter's familiar in meme-making is far more worthy of his attention, however.] I knew I liked that guy for a reason.
We gotta turn her into a Shiba Inu for some doge ridiculousness. [yes, he said ‘doge’ out loud, it's fine. the hand briefly cinching his shoulder makes him glance over, brow lifting with curiosity while he falls into step behind him.]
Also knew I liked you for a reason, [klaus chuckles.] I feel you on the not liking being alone thing.
[ Awww yis, best thing ever. He's got a very happy lil familiar in his hand.
YET. There shouldn't be any gators around ever.]
He's a cool dude. And why a Shiba Inu especially? Because they're extra cute? Or is that a meme I am missing? That's the sad thing about being in space, they don't have this sort of humor.[ Also no one gets Peter's earth-jokes and that's a tragedy. He grins at Klaus's comment and holds open the kitchen door for him. ]
Yondu used to wonder out loud if all humans were needy and clingy when I was a kid because I keep following him around. In my defense, I was kidnapped by a bunch of asshole aliens after my mother died, so what was I supposed to do? Everyone else except Kraglin looked scarier even thought he was the biggest bastard of all the Ravagers. [ Peter pauses and then he shakes his head and moves to the fridge to get the ingredients to make the crepes. ] God, I miss him.
[u g h, she's so damn cute! klaus's kinda wishing he had one of his own.
and again: it's fine, nothing to worry about because there aren't any. (hopefully, there won't be for everybody's sake, but especially for idiots like him.)]
I mean, you aren't wrong, they are extra cute! But it is a meme thing, yeah. [briefly abandoning sandy scratches, his hand lifts, rubs across his chin with thought then goes right back to petting while nodding with gratitude in response to peter holding the door.] Guess my brother would kind of understand that feeling? Sounds rather tragic, truly.
[wait, what? did he say when his mother died and that he got kidnapped by aliens? what the fuck???] Uh. [but it's all he can manage right away, too stunned by this revelation to think coherently a few seconds there. once he regathers himself,] You were a kid, of course you're gonna be needy! Holy shit, man. [he makes the same gesture as peter, blows a raspberry and moves toward the counter, wasting no time pulling himself up onto it and getting comfortable.] Miss... Yondu or Kraglin?
[ Klaus should get himself a pet if he can't get a familiar. Maybe a cute cat, they can also take care of themselves and he wouldn't have to look after it constantly.
Okay, true, nothing to worry about. ]
How so? Your brother lives in space too? [ Peter looks visibly interested as he grabs the milk and some eggs and then closes the fridge. His face switches to something more subdued and apologetic. Perhaps he should have explained it better but he was used to being blunt around aliens to get his points across. Sometimes he forgets he's among humans, it's been so long. ]
You'd be amazed how many people taking care of kids don't understand them at all. [ It's something Klaus might be painfully familiar with. Yondu's way of teaching Peter how to fight was beating him up until he learned something. Despite that, he still misses him. Peter doesn't fully forget Yondu for some of the fights they had but you can still love someone who causes you pain. ]
Both but Yondu a bit more. Kraglin is still alive back home.
[funny how things happen to work out in the end. as soon as it's possible, a quest cat™ will be his.]
He... used to live on the moon. [which totally counts, doesn't it? he'd think so. watching peter as he gathers ingredients is somewhat mesmerizing. a meticulous thing he can focus on while petting sandy's head, then he carefully shifts on the counter, sets the hamster in the dip between his legs and squirms out of his coat. klaus wrinkles his nose at peter's expression, readying to ask what's the matter, and then peter continues talking.
it takes every ounce of willpower klaus has to not laugh. mostly because he would've put his hands over his mouth to try and smother it and he can't do that holding peter's tiny familiar. his shoulders jerk with the effort though, head shaking, steady fingers gently tucking sandy into one of the coat pockets.] Not nearly as surprised as you may think, trust me.
[since he understands having a guardian who didn't know what the hell they were doing children-wise, and yet, he'd still cried after finding out the truth about reginald's death. yeah, you can definitely do that, too.]
Still alive back—? [oh. oh—] Damn, man, I'm sorry.
[ True that. And Klaus deserves all the cute cats to pet. ]
Oh, the moon...sounds lonely. Not a lot to do there, isn't it? [ Peter has visited a lot of different moons, some inhabited and with all kinds of trading business but he figures that Klaus is talking about Earth's moon. A moon that, as far as he knows, it's just a floating rock in the middle of space.
He moves around as he talks, setting the ingredients on the counter, grabbing plates and a pan, and getting to work. Sandy is dragging her lil paws over her head and grooming her fur while Klaus tries not to laugh and then she makes herself at home in one of his pockets. Eyeing Klaus, expression still somewhat careful, Peter questions ]
Your old man was difficult too...? [ Difficult is a good word because it can mean a lot of things. It both encompasses the 'my not!dad was an alien who considered not eating you a show of affection, and the 'my actual biological father was a megalomaniac planet who wanted to devours the world'. ]Thanks. It's been a few years not but thee are things one can't get over with that easily.
I'd imagine not? Wouldn't be my first choice to live, if I'm being honest. [that's fair and valid because it's about as much as klaus knows, too. imagining luther out there all by himself, it... makes him feel kinda bad.
klaus's attention darts between watching peter with the food and sandy cleaning herself, the smile curving his mouth ever-present regardless of whoever he's focusing on. they're both doing things they seem to enjoy and that makes him feel happy— at least until peter's asking him about his father. fortunately, he catches himself, simply lets his brow furrow while casting his gaze downward.]
‘Difficult’ is a perfect word for it. [certainly a terrific one to describe both of peter's dads as well. good thing alien dad was also an idiot who wanted to protect his planet? seems like a redeeming quality if but a small one.] You're welcome. Yeah, it... isn't something that goes away overnight. Or ever, really?
I think it just gets a little easier to accept over time.
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It's Sandy, my familiar. Do you want to hold her? She's very soft now.[ He knows Klaus is good handling little rodents, Peter has first-hand experience. ]
Oh that's cool, a proper house will give you more privacy than the rooms here. And sure you have no idea...well I am keeping the toy horse, it's very cute. I also wanted to thank you for helping me when I was turned into an animal. I owe you some strawberry crepes.
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Soft now? What, she wasn't soft before?
[he faintly nods his head.] It'll definitely be nice for that. [another hardly innocent grin splits his features, made even worse by the fact he's proud peter's decided to keep the little horse, but the moment peter mentions crepes, his eyes widen, mouth falling open with surprise. he should say, “no, it's fine, i don't need anything in return.” what comes out instead,] Holy shit, now you're speaking my language.
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Don't hop into an alligator pen, Klaus, those are not friend shaped!!!! ]
She was but a hamster's fur is extra soft. Softer than when she's a Corgi. [ He pockets the toy horse he was holding with in his other hand to make sure he won't misplace it. Once he's back in the Benatar he will leave the horse on the console of the ship, like those nick nacks Yondu liked to collect. ]
We can go to the kitchen and make some..unless you really want to leave. I wouldn't dare to keep you busy.
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and hey, if he wants to play with some gators, why shouldn't he? surely he can outrun them, right!?]
God, but corgis are super adorable with their short little legs and tiny loaf bodies? [flickering his attention from where the horse goes into peter's pocket to the other man's face, his eyebrows arch toward his hairline, lips rolling thoughtfully as he contemplates the offer. he doesn't exactly have anywhere else to be, so why the hell not?] I mean, obviously, my plan was to leave you the gift and escape... but I'm not opposed to staying and making some food.
[it's probably been a while since he ate properly anyhow.]
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Maybe but if you trip and get you leg chewed off, I don't want to hear any complains.
That is true. Nero wants to use Sandy to make memes. [ And Peter is all too happy to let him do that. Now if they only had a way to take pictures with the bracelets, that would be great. Once Klaus agrees to stay for a bit, peter gives his shoulder a friendly squeeze and starts moving towards the kitchen. ]
Good! I don't like eating alone. Or being alone much, to be honest.
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don't worry, there aren't any around (yet), so they'll be in the clear for some time. hearing nero wanting to use peter's familiar in meme-making is far more worthy of his attention, however.] I knew I liked that guy for a reason.
We gotta turn her into a Shiba Inu for some doge ridiculousness. [yes, he said ‘doge’ out loud, it's fine. the hand briefly cinching his shoulder makes him glance over, brow lifting with curiosity while he falls into step behind him.]
Also knew I liked you for a reason, [klaus chuckles.] I feel you on the not liking being alone thing.
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YET. There shouldn't be any gators around ever.]
He's a cool dude. And why a Shiba Inu especially? Because they're extra cute? Or is that a meme I am missing? That's the sad thing about being in space, they don't have this sort of humor.[ Also no one gets Peter's earth-jokes and that's a tragedy. He grins at Klaus's comment and holds open the kitchen door for him. ]
Yondu used to wonder out loud if all humans were needy and clingy when I was a kid because I keep following him around. In my defense, I was kidnapped by a bunch of asshole aliens after my mother died, so what was I supposed to do? Everyone else except Kraglin looked scarier even thought he was the biggest bastard of all the Ravagers. [ Peter pauses and then he shakes his head and moves to the fridge to get the ingredients to make the crepes. ] God, I miss him.
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and again: it's fine, nothing to worry about because there aren't any. (hopefully, there won't be for everybody's sake, but especially for idiots like him.)]
I mean, you aren't wrong, they are extra cute! But it is a meme thing, yeah. [briefly abandoning sandy scratches, his hand lifts, rubs across his chin with thought then goes right back to petting while nodding with gratitude in response to peter holding the door.] Guess my brother would kind of understand that feeling? Sounds rather tragic, truly.
[wait, what? did he say when his mother died and that he got kidnapped by aliens? what the fuck???] Uh. [but it's all he can manage right away, too stunned by this revelation to think coherently a few seconds there. once he regathers himself,] You were a kid, of course you're gonna be needy! Holy shit, man. [he makes the same gesture as peter, blows a raspberry and moves toward the counter, wasting no time pulling himself up onto it and getting comfortable.] Miss... Yondu or Kraglin?
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Okay, true, nothing to worry about. ]
How so? Your brother lives in space too? [ Peter looks visibly interested as he grabs the milk and some eggs and then closes the fridge. His face switches to something more subdued and apologetic. Perhaps he should have explained it better but he was used to being blunt around aliens to get his points across. Sometimes he forgets he's among humans, it's been so long. ]
You'd be amazed how many people taking care of kids don't understand them at all. [ It's something Klaus might be painfully familiar with. Yondu's way of teaching Peter how to fight was beating him up until he learned something. Despite that, he still misses him. Peter doesn't fully forget Yondu for some of the fights they had but you can still love someone who causes you pain. ]
Both but Yondu a bit more. Kraglin is still alive back home.
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He... used to live on the moon. [which totally counts, doesn't it? he'd think so. watching peter as he gathers ingredients is somewhat mesmerizing. a meticulous thing he can focus on while petting sandy's head, then he carefully shifts on the counter, sets the hamster in the dip between his legs and squirms out of his coat. klaus wrinkles his nose at peter's expression, readying to ask what's the matter, and then peter continues talking.
it takes every ounce of willpower klaus has to not laugh. mostly because he would've put his hands over his mouth to try and smother it and he can't do that holding peter's tiny familiar. his shoulders jerk with the effort though, head shaking, steady fingers gently tucking sandy into one of the coat pockets.] Not nearly as surprised as you may think, trust me.
[since he understands having a guardian who didn't know what the hell they were doing children-wise, and yet, he'd still cried after finding out the truth about reginald's death. yeah, you can definitely do that, too.]
Still alive back—? [oh. oh—] Damn, man, I'm sorry.
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Oh, the moon...sounds lonely. Not a lot to do there, isn't it? [ Peter has visited a lot of different moons, some inhabited and with all kinds of trading business but he figures that Klaus is talking about Earth's moon. A moon that, as far as he knows, it's just a floating rock in the middle of space.
He moves around as he talks, setting the ingredients on the counter, grabbing plates and a pan, and getting to work. Sandy is dragging her lil paws over her head and grooming her fur while Klaus tries not to laugh and then she makes herself at home in one of his pockets. Eyeing Klaus, expression still somewhat careful, Peter questions ]
Your old man was difficult too...? [ Difficult is a good word because it can mean a lot of things. It both encompasses the 'my not!dad was an alien who considered not eating you a show of affection, and the 'my actual biological father was a megalomaniac planet who wanted to devours the world'. ]Thanks. It's been a few years not but thee are things one can't get over with that easily.
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klaus's attention darts between watching peter with the food and sandy cleaning herself, the smile curving his mouth ever-present regardless of whoever he's focusing on. they're both doing things they seem to enjoy and that makes him feel happy— at least until peter's asking him about his father. fortunately, he catches himself, simply lets his brow furrow while casting his gaze downward.]
‘Difficult’ is a perfect word for it. [certainly a terrific one to describe both of peter's dads as well. good thing alien dad was also an idiot who wanted to protect his planet? seems like a redeeming quality if but a small one.] You're welcome. Yeah, it... isn't something that goes away overnight. Or ever, really?
I think it just gets a little easier to accept over time.