Yondu frowns and stiffens up. Not with malice, but with the body posture of a man that really wishes he could reach over there and swat him if he could. "I know that, that ain't the point."
He gestures. "Look, you're pretty. But you ain't that pretty. I ain't sayin' that-" He almost says that he has fucked his way across half the galaxy. That he knows how to haggle a good price. He can woo people into bed easy, even some hard marks. "Oh, I've seen a lot prettier."
Though he knows that a good amount of Tobirama's exceptional prettiness is that occasionally he sees his own eye color reflected back at him, and he's always searching that face for microexpressions.
"I just like you. And I just like you. I like workin' with ya. I like talkin' to ya. I like a lotta this shit that's supposed to be challengin'." And this time, it's not exactly confrontational, but the look on his face is very earnest. If he won't listen to a moment of softness, he can put some scratchy bass in his voice.
He points at him. "I know we're assumin' a lot of each other. But I just told you how much it broke me to lose the people what I cared about. Why would I risk somethin' actually good by... I dunno." He gestures at him, almost dismissively, but not at his words. That he lost everyone. Why would he want to again just to break off a piece.
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He gestures. "Look, you're pretty. But you ain't that pretty. I ain't sayin' that-" He almost says that he has fucked his way across half the galaxy. That he knows how to haggle a good price. He can woo people into bed easy, even some hard marks. "Oh, I've seen a lot prettier."
Though he knows that a good amount of Tobirama's exceptional prettiness is that occasionally he sees his own eye color reflected back at him, and he's always searching that face for microexpressions.
"I just like you. And I just like you. I like workin' with ya. I like talkin' to ya. I like a lotta this shit that's supposed to be challengin'." And this time, it's not exactly confrontational, but the look on his face is very earnest. If he won't listen to a moment of softness, he can put some scratchy bass in his voice.
He points at him. "I know we're assumin' a lot of each other. But I just told you how much it broke me to lose the people what I cared about. Why would I risk somethin' actually good by... I dunno." He gestures at him, almost dismissively, but not at his words. That he lost everyone. Why would he want to again just to break off a piece.