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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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Stitch's eyes go wide at the 'please'. He casts a look up at X. And slumps back down in his chair.

Duo grins at both of them. "Okay, okay. Pax, big guy? Tell you what, I'll even teach you 'rock the baby' if you give me the yo-yo back."

X could take them all with a hand behind her back anyway.

X looks at Stitch, half-startled and half-frowning.

"You have a yo-yo?"

She flicks a glance at Duo, half-curious, now, too.

"You are very good?"

There is some half hearted grumbling. For the principle of the thing.

"Ih." To both of them.

The yo-yo is handed over.

Duo wipes the slime off on his shirt before winding the string around his middle finger. "You gotta know how to make it sleep first, but after that, it's simple. Just a matter of grabbing the string in the right spots. Here, watch."

He demonstrates.

X studies his movements in silence for a while.

Then--

"That is useful?"

She looks a little skeptical.

"Oooh."

Stitch, on the other hand, is intrigued. Grabby hands ensue.

"Useful? For anything but impressing an audience, not so much. Fun? Yes."

He passes it over to Stitch. This should be good. "Guess you could always use yo-yo tricks to work on your manual dexterity."

"My manual dexterity is very good."

X's voice is matter of fact.

"Better than yours."

Beat.

"It is okay."

Stitch ignores the commentary, engrossed as he is with the task at hand. It takes a few seconds of fiddling but in the end there is a similar (four fingers make for slight differences, don'tcha know?) triangular shape, the yo-yo swinging merrily away.

Smug aliens are smug.

"You're so generous, X." If he didn't know her better, he would have suspected that was a joke.

"-and hey, how the hell do you know, anyway? It's not like you've ever seen me dropping stuff or tripping over my own feet!" He's pretty sure she's never seen him do much but sit, stand, and talk. "Sure, walking and chewing gun is hard, but that's no reason to judge a guy!

"Nice work," he adds to Stitch as an aside.

X just looks at him.

"You are human."

Beat.

Beat.

"I am not."

Stitch grins. And then blinks in bemusement at X's statement. She is the recipient of a headtilt.

"If you're going to be classifying mutations as non-human, don't be so sure my square peg doesn't go in a round hole," Duo says in a dry tone. "Generations of extra radiation and junk doesn't really do a body good."

He may not sprout claws or fire energy fields, but a few hundred years of off-world living does interesting things. See: Newtypes.

X just shrugs.

"That is not the same thing."

Someone here is capable of being obstinate.

Go figure.

"Issa Person," notes Stitch. The "duh." goes unspoken.

What does her species have to do with anything?

"The little blue alien has a very good point," Duo says, giving up on that avenue of arguement for now. "It doesn't really matter, especially here."

"It matters at home."

She knows this.

"I do not forget."

That cryptic little gem is enough to wipe the flat look off his face.

"Gaba?"

"Yeah, I know. It shouldn't. It does at home for me, too." Duo shrugs. The he eyes Stitch. "You too, bud?"

X's own gaze flicks sideways, fixing on Stitch and holding.

"They want to kill us. Because we are mutants."

At this point she shrugs.

"They are afraid of you?"

That part is directed at Duo.

He stares.

"'They' would be if they knew who I was. 'S classified."

The names and faces of the Gundam pilots were kept under pretty good wraps. Knowledge of who they were is not widespread.

"Oh."

X's shoulders hunch infinitisemally.

It will pass.

"I am sorry."

"Hey, who needs the good opinion of everyone on their planet, right? Besides, things'll change eventually. Until then, there's always Milliways."

Duo gestures at Stitch. "C'mere, man. Gimme that thing and I'll show you Walk the Dog..."

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