Like an over-alert dog Yondu's attention snaps from Allen to where the ball is going. He whistles, arrow chasing after and looping around and under and orbiting it as it bounces off surfaces. While he does have some thoughts on that? He takes a full few moments of concentration to chase the random path until it's just gently bouncing rather than ricocheting.
This time he does not obliterate the ball.
It's on the way to retrieve it that he continues. "I dunno if it's normal or not. I mean, you hear people say, 'I wonder where they are now' often enough that I figure it happens sometimes. People read up on complete strangers they ain't got no reason to care about othern' writin' a song they liked. People might wanna know if some old political figure died of a twisted liver or somethin' in a fit of hopefulness. Seems like it's normal, and good-natured normal at that."
He picks up the ball and tosses it back over to Allen.
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This time he does not obliterate the ball.
It's on the way to retrieve it that he continues. "I dunno if it's normal or not. I mean, you hear people say, 'I wonder where they are now' often enough that I figure it happens sometimes. People read up on complete strangers they ain't got no reason to care about othern' writin' a song they liked. People might wanna know if some old political figure died of a twisted liver or somethin' in a fit of hopefulness. Seems like it's normal, and good-natured normal at that."
He picks up the ball and tosses it back over to Allen.