[This is some domestic feeling crap. Yondu is used to the noise of engines. He's also been used to his officers basically asleep in the same area like a grotesque stinky dog-pile of space savages. Ones that mostly got along, up until everything went downhill (understatement).]
[This is too comfortable. He has a bed and a whole room. He doesn't have the snores of ten other men. He doesn't have the smell of engines drowning out the scent of sweat. This is too damn normal.]
[Yondu walks in mostly dressed. Leather pants, waistcoat, dress shirt. Coat and scarf gone. Which means a very blue man dressed in dark reds strolls towards one of the kitchens, wanting to find something random to eat hopefully abandoned in the fridge. Maybe a full stomach would help him sleep. He's obviously some sort of warrior himself, mostly distinguishable by the fact that his hand and face wear a zigzagged assortment of scars. Something like he was caught in a burning net as some point. Some knife wounds across his face. Then there's that big metal fin jutting out of his head like a mohawk.]
[He passes by Aleifr, glancing at him with red eyes briefly as he goes. But as he looks pretty par for the course as much of his crew would look, he thinks he's about the most normal Terran he's come across so far, and leaves him with a casual-] Evenin'.
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[This is too comfortable. He has a bed and a whole room. He doesn't have the snores of ten other men. He doesn't have the smell of engines drowning out the scent of sweat. This is too damn normal.]
[Yondu walks in mostly dressed. Leather pants, waistcoat, dress shirt. Coat and scarf gone. Which means a very blue man dressed in dark reds strolls towards one of the kitchens, wanting to find something random to eat hopefully abandoned in the fridge. Maybe a full stomach would help him sleep. He's obviously some sort of warrior himself, mostly distinguishable by the fact that his hand and face wear a zigzagged assortment of scars. Something like he was caught in a burning net as some point. Some knife wounds across his face. Then there's that big metal fin jutting out of his head like a mohawk.]
[He passes by Aleifr, glancing at him with red eyes briefly as he goes. But as he looks pretty par for the course as much of his crew would look, he thinks he's about the most normal Terran he's come across so far, and leaves him with a casual-] Evenin'.