Yondu doesn't necessarily like these things, yet he's here because it almost feels like a requirement. He's not that much of a social animal, doesn't really like showing up. Yet he gets two additional reminders this month that he should show.
So he's there, at a table, eyeing every single thing in there with the gaze of a man who really feels that he should be armed. Somehow that makes cats want to say hello to him all the more. They wrap around his legs, try to climb into his lap multiple times despite several efforts to put them back down again.
Then one hops up on the table and looks at him. A big orange tabby with bright green eyes. Just from looking at it, Yondu knows. He goes stone still, unwilling to move.
"Hey uh, you mind puttin' that one down on the floor? Real gentle-like. An' I mean real gentle, we're talkin' handlin' explosives gentle," he asks of the next person that sits. Because maybe if they don't know, they can handle the Flerkin with a great deal more casual ease.
Yondu Udonta | OTA
So he's there, at a table, eyeing every single thing in there with the gaze of a man who really feels that he should be armed. Somehow that makes cats want to say hello to him all the more. They wrap around his legs, try to climb into his lap multiple times despite several efforts to put them back down again.
Then one hops up on the table and looks at him. A big orange tabby with bright green eyes. Just from looking at it, Yondu knows. He goes stone still, unwilling to move.
"Hey uh, you mind puttin' that one down on the floor? Real gentle-like. An' I mean real gentle, we're talkin' handlin' explosives gentle," he asks of the next person that sits. Because maybe if they don't know, they can handle the Flerkin with a great deal more casual ease.