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[There's no particular view, just some market stalls, off kilter and moving a little as Yondu starts talking in his drawl (which sounds markedly southern U.S.).] So, I'm tryin' to build up a collection again. I get little figurines. You know, of animals and people and stuff? And I line my workspace with 'em. Sort of good luck charms. [His blue hand comes into view, showing what looks like a tiny porcelain deer person about four inches tall or so. And it is, frankly, adorable.]
But see, I didn't exactly show up with any of 'em.
So I'm lookin' for some new ones. So tell me if y'all come across any places that got good selections of these sort of things.
This is another'n I got. [And he switches items, showing a jeweled frog thing. He misses his cute little collection of adorable crap. Don't question it.] Just as an example.
But see, I didn't exactly show up with any of 'em.
So I'm lookin' for some new ones. So tell me if y'all come across any places that got good selections of these sort of things.
This is another'n I got. [And he switches items, showing a jeweled frog thing. He misses his cute little collection of adorable crap. Don't question it.] Just as an example.
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[When one doesn't have much of a childhood...]
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[LOCAL HELLCHILD IS HERE TO FIX THIS. For reasons they will...not enumerate to themself. Yeah.]
Where are you at the present time?
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[These are the most specific directions.]
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[Because this requires immediate remedying, this tragic and regrettable lack of candy in his life. And sure enough, in less than five minutes, a familiar child in a striped sweater will venture along. They look...rather more put together than they did the first time they met him. Thankfully.]
Greetings, sir.
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You know, you don't gotta do this. You got stuff for yourself, kid. Who knows when next it'll be what we can get you more candy.
[Yondu is a jackass, but he's not so much a jackass he'll compromise a kid's sweet tooth if he can help it.]
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Truthfully, gum is not my preference. These packages have been languishing in my Pacdisc for some time, unappreciated.
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Passin' off your unwanted stuff, huh? Alright. I'll give it a try.
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[Additionally, one small sack of glistening rubies is passed over.]
As requested.
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[He holds a ruby up, peering at it between his blue fingers, looking at it with a scrutinizing eye that matches it in color.]
Where the hell did you even manage to turn these up?
[He sounds pretty impressed.]
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[A pity prize, in essence. Is it any wonder that they've not made any use of it? They sound just as disparaging as one might expect, to speak of any present given over in the interests of pity.]
[His eyes are red. Like...ha ha.]
[Like theirs.]
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[The rubies are pocketed as he pulls out a strip of gum, unwrapping it with the confused difficulty of a man meeting something new. Unwrapping rations? An entirely different monster somehow from handling candy.]
Feel's weird.
[He observes, before putting it in his mouth.]
[And just... lets it sit. Is he supposed to suck on it? Is it that sort of thing? Then chew? Okay he'll chew just a little.]
[The chew turns into an open mouth knowing, baring teeth as he's trying to figure out if this is what it's supposed to be doing.]
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[They should possibly look into how one goes about explaining things without sounding condescending, but that is practically how they are at baseline. So.]
You chew it, sir. And, potentially, blow bubbles.