No one comes looking for his father, he'd certainly remember them if they did. Muscles or otherwise.
Genjo turns back to the pot he's minding, and then shoots a glance Yondu and Koumyou's way. He somehow manages to make it abrupt when he asks, "You staying for dinner?"
Koumyou seems to snap out of it with a few hard blinks, and very belatedly tells his son, "--You're dressed weird."
"Tch!" Genjo gives the pasta a good stir. "You're just going senile, old man."
He notices there's something protective in that statement. Like maybe he remembers, but doesn't remember.
"Yeah, keep a look out. He might got somethin' important on 'im we're lookin' for." He'll just call it something important. That'll work as well as anything, with Koumyou being a teacher and all.
But there's some clothing discussion so Yondu's just gonna let that strange interaction happen. See if he can come up with any excuses beyond "your face is weird".
"Spaghetti," Genjo replies flatly, pulling down plates for them all. And one extra for the runt, should she show up in time to join them.
Koumyou actually takes his hands back out of his sleeves to take Yondu by the elbow and lead him out to the dining room. Once out of earshot of his grumpy adult son, he whispers, "He was thirteen when I died. How did he get so big?!"
Well, by living past thirteen, obviously, but it's still quite the change to take in all at once.
Oh lord, he's... gonna have a trial, eating it. But he takes a seat, already grabbing a toothpick 'cause he knows he's gonna need it.
"Kids grow." Yondu mutters simply enough, before shaking his head.
"I dunno. Maybe this was the place to take him from where he'd be easiest to get to for whatever reason." To trick him into believing that this was the way things had always been.
"I always knew he was strong, but I really feared he wouldn't live long enough to get tall. Thirteen is terribly young to become the most hunted person on the planet, and I... barely trained him at all."
Part of his failing, that. One part of many, many failings. He should have sucked it up and trained Kouryuu just as early and brutally as he himself had been trained. He should have just...
Koumyou's train of thought is handily interrupted when his very tall and grown son comes into the room with plates of food for all three of them. Somehow, Genjo manages to make it grumpy when he sets one in front of Yondu, and then Koumyou, and then sits down with his own.
"You should talk to Selenay sometime... Shit. Shit, right. I saw her earlier and I fuckin'-"
He'd hit on her too. But he hadn't known who he was and he doubted he'd run into her again. But in his mind, not a failing. Nothing him nor Selenay could help. He was lucky that he could watch Peter goddamn Quill long into his thirties.
He sees that Koumyou has trouble eating enough in this world, too, so he just snorts and shakes his head and dabs at a meatball first (since that's what he knows he can eat without trouble).
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"No."
No one comes looking for his father, he'd certainly remember them if they did. Muscles or otherwise.
Genjo turns back to the pot he's minding, and then shoots a glance Yondu and Koumyou's way. He somehow manages to make it abrupt when he asks, "You staying for dinner?"
Koumyou seems to snap out of it with a few hard blinks, and very belatedly tells his son, "--You're dressed weird."
"Tch!" Genjo gives the pasta a good stir. "You're just going senile, old man."
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"Yeah, keep a look out. He might got somethin' important on 'im we're lookin' for." He'll just call it something important. That'll work as well as anything, with Koumyou being a teacher and all.
But there's some clothing discussion so Yondu's just gonna let that strange interaction happen. See if he can come up with any excuses beyond "your face is weird".
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Genjo goes to pull down some plates, and pauses mid-reach to raise an eyebrow at them both over his shoulder.
"--Yes," Koumyou tells him, slipping his hands into his sleeves like he likes to do. "Yondu is staying for dinner."
You're stuck now, Yondu.
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"Uh... what are y'all havin'?"
He's usually a TV dinner easy food kind of dad.
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Koumyou actually takes his hands back out of his sleeves to take Yondu by the elbow and lead him out to the dining room. Once out of earshot of his grumpy adult son, he whispers, "He was thirteen when I died. How did he get so big?!"
Well, by living past thirteen, obviously, but it's still quite the change to take in all at once.
"And his voice has gotten so deep?!"
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"Kids grow." Yondu mutters simply enough, before shaking his head.
"I dunno. Maybe this was the place to take him from where he'd be easiest to get to for whatever reason." To trick him into believing that this was the way things had always been.
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"I always knew he was strong, but I really feared he wouldn't live long enough to get tall. Thirteen is terribly young to become the most hunted person on the planet, and I... barely trained him at all."
Part of his failing, that. One part of many, many failings. He should have sucked it up and trained Kouryuu just as early and brutally as he himself had been trained. He should have just...
Koumyou's train of thought is handily interrupted when his very tall and grown son comes into the room with plates of food for all three of them. Somehow, Genjo manages to make it grumpy when he sets one in front of Yondu, and then Koumyou, and then sits down with his own.
And stares right back at Koumyou. Eat, old man.
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He'd hit on her too. But he hadn't known who he was and he doubted he'd run into her again. But in his mind, not a failing. Nothing him nor Selenay could help. He was lucky that he could watch Peter goddamn Quill long into his thirties.
He sees that Koumyou has trouble eating enough in this world, too, so he just snorts and shakes his head and dabs at a meatball first (since that's what he knows he can eat without trouble).