Log: Whistle while you work

[tillinghast]

WHO: Crawford and Yondu
WHAT: Lovecraftian scientist meets cosmic redneck.
WHERE: Floor 6 Room 601
WHEN: Backdated to Arrival
WARNINGS: idk, will update.


Crawford upon arrival had not gone straight to his room. In fact he spent the whole first day or two exploring, signing up for a job and just in general learning his surroundings. It was around the morning of his third day that he had finally found himself outside of the door which opened for him. Taking a breath he walked in. He had nothing with him outside of the clothes he arrived in, and the bandage on his cheek.

Stepping in he blinked a bit. Everything was so different, more like a dorm, or like something in futurisitic sci-fi.

"Um Hello." He spoke with that touch of shyness. His eyes widening when he saw the man already in the room. Was... was he blue? What was that on his head.

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[tillinghast]

"Are you happy doing what your doing now, Yondu?" He asked curiously, taking in mind what he had said. "If your happy as you can be why aim higher?"

CW: death talk

[yondu]

"Nope." He answers bluntly, lazily. Going out every day and cleaning up each other's crap? He hates it. Yeah, he gets paid, but it doesn't feel like enough. Someone acts a fool and breaks their shit, and then he patches it together, and then they blame him for charging too much when it's barely enough to carry him.

He misses what he was.

"Just ridin' it out. Thing is, when you feel yourself dyin', you don't wanna feel that again. I go back an' that's what I got awaitin' on me."