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[OOM: Toph is annoyed with everyone. (Spoilers for The Western Air Temple.)]

The door to Milliways flies open and Toph comes sailing through, landing on her face in the middle of the floor. She pushes herself up with her arms, grumbling things that would make a sailor blush. She scurries across the floor on her hands and knees until she reaches a table. Letting out a groan, she pulls herself into a chair, careful not to touch the pink and tender soles of her feet against the floor.

It's been a while since she's been in the bar, so she keeps an ear out for familiar voices. She plays with a fork that she grabbed from the table as she listens, molding it absentmindedly into various strange shapes.

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Thus far all of the humans with unusual abilities Stitch has encountered have explained it away as some mutation or other. she doesn't know what one is?

"The fork?"

"What? Oh, how was I doing that? Earthbending," she says, picking up a spoon and causing it to twist around involuntarily in a way that would make Neo jealous.

"Gaba?" And then catching himself "Wassat?"

"It's like... being able to control the earth." She pauses for a moment. "Mostly to hit stuff."

"Ha!"

Lilo would probably not be pleased at his reaction. But c'mon now, hitting stuff's sort of the basis for any form of halfway decent recreation. It's just so satisfying.

Oh, definitely. It's so fun she has to hold herself back from just randomly hitting stuff. True story.

The spoon molds into a brass-knuckles-esque shape. "Glad someone else appreciates the fine art of hitting things."

And therin lies a diffence of opinion. Hiting things is cathartic. Stitch enjoys hitting things. He's good at it. And he tends to forget the whole 'actions lead to consequences" deal which coupled with a short fuse means it happens more often than it probably should.

The thing is... These days he has a tendency to feel guilty about it afterwards.

"Is fun. Sometimes."

She nods sagely, as if he's just spoken deep words that she needs to mull over for a while.

"Sometimes?"

No no, Stitch. All the time.

He shifts uncomfortably. Experiment 626 cackles madly somewhere in the recesses of his skull. Because when has hitting things not been fun? The fight with the plant, the fight with Ray's monsters, Gantu, Jumba. And even if Lilo said it wasn't okay to hit people anymore... objects were okay weren't they? That wasn't hurting anyone was it?

Flames. Flames everywhere, the entire town ablaze in plasma fire. Ion canon blasts lighting the evening sky. Tourists running in panic. The front porch ripped to shreds under his own clawsriptearbitedestroyahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!

NO! Stitch clenches his eyes shut. No, no that's not him anymore. He won't listen.

""Ih," the alien replies through gritted teeth. "Sometimes."

Toph raises an eyebrow, then simply shrugs and returns to toying with the hunk of metal. "Whatever you say."

What a weird little guy.

There's a brief silence as Stich makes sure the door is securely latched against those kinds of thoughts. They tend to crop up from time to time, mostly they manifests as nightmares but every now and then an attempted ambush takes place during the waking hours.

He takes a long, noisy gulp of coffee to steady his nerves.

Toph fidgets for a few moments. She's not very good at these uncomfortable silences. "Hey, uh, Stitch, right? There's, uh, someone I need to go punch. I'll see you around. Um. You know."

She stuffs the rest of her coconut cake in her mouth before hopping up from the table. Now where's Zuko...

"Okay."

She's alright. Anyone who can curse like that has got to be worth hanging around if only for the sake of picking up new ammunition. But besides that, she really, really reminds him of someone. Their identity keeps eluding him at the moment but whoever they are, they've got style.

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