Kraglin pulled a face. It might be meant to be an appeasing expression, or it might just be displeasure at being called out on sidling closer but as soon as the food was dumped on a table, he was sidling up to that instead, far more interested in the allure of eating than harassing someone with a giant stick up their ass.
"Ain't heard of no Galactic Empire, no Pal- pal-pee-teen or a Sarlacc pit." Being given condescending looks wasn't a bother; Yondu had given them all the time and the man was the closest he had to a best friend.
"... 'm a-" He paused, frowning. Reached up and scratched at the tattoos on his neck. "Well. Guess I ain't a Ravager no more. Ain't a Guardian. I dunno. Guess I'm between jobs since Yondu killed everyone and then got himself spaced."
He took one of the sweets and unwrapped it, sniffing it before giving it an experimental lick. "I'm Kraglin Obfonteri, former First mate of the Eclector, of the Ravager 99th."
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"Ain't heard of no Galactic Empire, no Pal- pal-pee-teen or a Sarlacc pit." Being given condescending looks wasn't a bother; Yondu had given them all the time and the man was the closest he had to a best friend.
"... 'm a-" He paused, frowning. Reached up and scratched at the tattoos on his neck. "Well. Guess I ain't a Ravager no more. Ain't a Guardian. I dunno. Guess I'm between jobs since Yondu killed everyone and then got himself spaced."
He took one of the sweets and unwrapped it, sniffing it before giving it an experimental lick. "I'm Kraglin Obfonteri, former First mate of the Eclector, of the Ravager 99th."