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HEāS GRINNING FROM EAR TO EAR,Ā and has been since heād met up with Omi. So much so that his cheeks are beginning to ache, & yet they continue to joke & poke fun that Yondu canāt help but laugh along. Itās been a long week, he thinks, for both of them --- finding out your friend is an intergalactic criminal may have been a bit of a shock to Omi, & Yondu had been ... worried over their reaction. Not to say that he would ever hide his status or occupation: heās a proud ravager, through & through, but sometimes that lifestyle doesnāt mesh well with those heād consider friends.
Especially when you end up robbing the museum in which said friend works. So yeah, heād been worried. And equally relieved to find out that Omi is still willing to continue their friendship --- because theyāre funny & cute & good company, and theyād hit it off so well that Yondu would be genuinely upset if they didnāt want anything to do with him.
Theyāre out for drinks. Joking & laughing. Itās nice. Normal, even: he imagines this is what regular people do after a long, boring day at work or something. Sit & drink with friends before going home. Except in his case, home is a ship full of space pirates.
Laughter dies down, and the pair take a moment to sip their drinks, smiles still present on their features. After a moment, Yondu looks at them, expression turned somewhat more sincere.Ā āYāknow, Curls, Iām damn glad yerā stickinā around. Didnāt know if yā moral compass would letāchu hang out witā an outlaw or not.ā