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Duo is sitting on top of a table in the bar. He's pretty relaxed at the moment, t-shirt and jeans, with a bottle of soda sharing the table with him.

His concentration is currently on the yo-yo he's practicing with. He's no expert, intermediate at best. But he can do a trick or two, and his lack of true skill certainly doesn't show when it's just going up and down.

Pretty mesmerizing, too.

[OOC note: It's getting a little late for me here, so ping before you tag! So's we can discuss slowtime options if necessary.]

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Duo's eyebrows have vanished under his bangs.

"You often improvise weaponry?" Not that it's a bad thing. He just generally prefers to be out of the experiment range.

BAH DUM CHING!

Stitch blinks at the question. And then has the decency to look somewhat sheepish.

"Playing."

"Yeah?"

He considers this.

"You ever tried baseball?"

"Ih!"

He nods rapidly.

Baseball at the Pelekai residence is... interesting.

"...really." Indeed, interesting pictures begin to form in his head.

"You tried to here, yet? Just sayin', it could get interesting."

"Naga."

He has not; Lilo is not here. Also, he doesn't have his colander on hand.

"'Cause you look like a guy who knows how to have fun." And cause chaos, but that's totally beside the point.

"And I know a bunch of people who seriously need some fun, stat."

X, who has probably been worrying that Stitch would get himself in trouble for quite some time now, pauses on her way past their table.

Her eyes are just a little wide.

"Oh."

Beat.

"Hello."

Timing? What timing?

X is very quiet. But Stitch's nose is very sharp. He grins cheerfully.

"Aloha!"

"Evening, chicky." Duo grins too! It is welcoming! (X would probably be good at baseball, just like she's good at anything physical.)

"You two know each other?"

X is learning to put up with Duo's strange naming habits.

A little.

This means he gets a startled look and a slight frown instead of a verbal correction.

"Yes."

Beat.

"He is my friend."

Or not.

"I am not 'chicky'."

"Ih. Achi-baba mockeecha. Cousin."

His eyebrows go up again. "No kidding." Obviously they aren't blood related, but Milliways tends to foster interesting relationships.

"Sorry," Duo says, not really sorry at all. "I'll figure a good one out someday." He's still looking for another good name for her.

"Okay."

X shifts a half-step closer to Stitch.

On purpose.

"I will wait."

Stitch blinks uncertainly for a moment. A good what?

"Is Twenty-three." A clawed thumb is jerked helpfully in her direction. Stitch is of the opinion that you get to decide what your name is.

"Well, sure. And Laura. And even Joe, I guess." He wrinkles his nose at that last one. "But since she never told me which one she really likes best, I'll keep trying with some new ones."

"'sides. I got a number too. Only use it for special occasions these days. Not much fun."

X studies Duo warily. Does he know she can hear him?

And then, only a little intransigently, she says--

"Joe is okay."

Beat.

"John calls me that, too."

"You wanna be?"

He's been referring to her by number. And she'd picked a name.

Duo already had this conversation and thus rolls his eyes tolerantly. "See? You just need to learn how to tell people to shut up when they're annoying you. We might even listen!"

X is looking more than a little bewildered.

None of this makes any sense.

"You call me Twenty-three," she says to Stitch.

"That is okay, too."

It's his name for her. That is important.

Stitch for once probably looks equally confused. She...

"You sure?"

"Toooold you," Duo puts in, sing-song. Not much bothers her, but the girl will do something if you really piss her off.

"Yes," X says firmly. "Twenty-three is okay. For you."

Then she looks at Duo.

"You did not say anything relevant."

Duo is glared at. One set on fingers close into a fist with an audible cracking of knuckles.

"Grrrrr."

"Oooh, so tough. I'm not scared. Your cousin there won't let you beat me up. We've got a sparring date, and she wants to do it herself."

Not that he'll be feeling any less ground into hamburger, but at least it's for a purpose?