[ 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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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.