He couldn't really wear anything here and feel quite right. None of it suits. The hats are practically funny just in concept. Yondu had poked and prodded through what's available until he finds some sort of basic canvasy cream-colored suit with pinkish button-up shirt. He has a basket that had enough meat in it to suit him for a meal.
Like a wallflower he picks a place away from everyone and just plops cross-legged onto his blanket, not even fully unpacking the picnic basket to grab things out of it to eat and drink.
This world makes him homesick. As much as a man who never had a real home can be homesick. It's a strange world that he looks like he shouldn't be stepping on. He fights off any thoughts of it looking like the world a Celestial will make (which at least he's fighting off some thoughts) and just missing world-hopping on his own.
He'll be off to himself for a while.
the Endless River
Yondu stands at the edge of the river, holding his stone and frowning hard at it. Everyone else has someone to send a thought to. But Yondu's pretty damn sure no one wants to think of him.
He can't think of a single damn person to send a thought to.
Like many people, he has the thought of sending a thought to a past self or something. But all he can consider is a good hearty 'Fuck You'. No good thoughts relating to himself in the past. No desire to remind anyone that he even existed because they made it real damn clear they didn't want to remember him.
Finally, he looks to a person near to him. "D'you want this thing?" He offers them the bag.
no subject
Like a wallflower he picks a place away from everyone and just plops cross-legged onto his blanket, not even fully unpacking the picnic basket to grab things out of it to eat and drink.
This world makes him homesick. As much as a man who never had a real home can be homesick. It's a strange world that he looks like he shouldn't be stepping on. He fights off any thoughts of it looking like the world a Celestial will make (which at least he's fighting off some thoughts) and just missing world-hopping on his own.
He'll be off to himself for a while.
He can't think of a single damn person to send a thought to.
Like many people, he has the thought of sending a thought to a past self or something. But all he can consider is a good hearty 'Fuck You'. No good thoughts relating to himself in the past. No desire to remind anyone that he even existed because they made it real damn clear they didn't want to remember him.
Finally, he looks to a person near to him. "D'you want this thing?" He offers them the bag.