Oh, Yondu is absolutely flirting. But Yondu is flirting with the very realistic assumption that a cute archivist-looking woman, apparent ex-con or not, isn't going to be into a scarred and grizzled old space captain. Hell, he's not even tried with anyone in earnest for a decade, the occasional line being dispensed but other than that doing the oh-so classy activity of hiring himself some company.
At least he's feeling playful enough to banter after a couple of weeks of his own more miserable personality facets shining through.
"Nice voice you got," he says of her whistling. 'Voice' he calls it, like he doesn't just consider it whistling. And that's not flirting, that's just facts.
"Alright, uh... Gym this way. Gardens and greenhouse, too. There's a pretty goddess here- I'm talkin' literal goddess. Not even like Celestials. Those apparently happen in some universes and this train grabs 'em somehow. But she been taken real good care of the plants there."
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Oh, Yondu is absolutely flirting. But Yondu is flirting with the very realistic assumption that a cute archivist-looking woman, apparent ex-con or not, isn't going to be into a scarred and grizzled old space captain. Hell, he's not even tried with anyone in earnest for a decade, the occasional line being dispensed but other than that doing the oh-so classy activity of hiring himself some company.
At least he's feeling playful enough to banter after a couple of weeks of his own more miserable personality facets shining through.
"Nice voice you got," he says of her whistling. 'Voice' he calls it, like he doesn't just consider it whistling. And that's not flirting, that's just facts.
"Alright, uh... Gym this way. Gardens and greenhouse, too. There's a pretty goddess here- I'm talkin' literal goddess. Not even like Celestials. Those apparently happen in some universes and this train grabs 'em somehow. But she been taken real good care of the plants there."