one word prompts / accepting / @omicronthefifteenth
HE’S GRINNING FROM EAR TO EAR, and has been since he’d met up with Omi. So much so that his cheeks are beginning to ache, & yet they continue to joke & poke fun that Yondu can’t help but laugh along. It’s 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: he’s a proud ravager, through & through, but sometimes that lifestyle doesn’t mesh well with those he’d consider friends.
Especially when you end up robbing the museum in which said friend works. So yeah, he’d been worried. And equally relieved to find out that Omi is still willing to continue their friendship --- because they’re funny & cute & good company, and they’d hit it off so well that Yondu would be genuinely upset if they didn’t want anything to do with him.
They’re out for drinks. Joking & laughing. It’s 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. “Y’know, Curls, I’m damn glad yer’ stickin’ around. Didn’t know if y’ moral compass would let’chu hang out wit’ an outlaw or not.”