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[cutting_edgex23]

X slips downstairs after her shift in the nightclub, half-glancing at the back door before she decides to forgo training for the moment.

It is more important to eat something. Just in case.

The fact that X-23 (and her soup) are settled at the bar instead of her usual booth is entirely unrelated to anything.

Except that she refuses to be uncomfortable in what is, for now, her home.

This is just proof of that.

[ooc: This post is open until it falls off the front page or X gets another EP, whichever comes first. Thanks!]

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[evil_koala_626]

He winces at the gesture.

She's not looking at him. Stitch stares at the side of her head. At the soup. At the floor. His fidgets.

"You want help?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"I do not know," she repeats.

After a little while she looks at him, at least.

"I do not understand when people are angry."

[evil_koala_626]

Ah.

Stitch's attention is now firmly fixed on his own toes.



"Is..."




"Hard."

To explain? To answer for? Both?

[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes," X says, very solemnly.

And then she turns back to her soup.

This is hard, too.

[evil_koala_626]

There is more fidgetting. At one point he removes his hat. And turns it over in his claws several times. And puts it back on.

"Who's angry?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"494."

[evil_koala_626]

The snarling has begun by the time she reaches the second digit. Stitch turns slightly, glaring furiously out over the crowd. "Ancient history" his fluffy, blue patookie.

[cutting_edgex23]

"He is not here," X says.

She's still studying her soup intently.

It's easier.

[evil_koala_626]

It will take a few minutes before he stops seething. When he does though, the fact that the soup-watching has recommenced is noted.

Beat.

He shifts slightly, palms on Bar's surface in order to peer carefully at her. And take in her expression. It is significantly less subtle than the few he normally sees from her. His hands find each other, fingers intertwining nervously.




"I sorry."



He glances to his right. And then to his left. There does not appear to be any help in sight.

[cutting_edgex23]

X turns to look at him after a few more moments of silence.

She tries hard not to frown.

"You do not mind when I talk."

Beat.

"It is okay."

[evil_koala_626]

"Naga." it is accompanied by a headshake for emphasis.

Of course not. They're friends.

[cutting_edgex23]

X looks almost desperately uncertain for a half second.

Then--

"Good."

If it's a little fiercer than normal--

She's had a bad few days. That's all.

[evil_koala_626]

"Okay."

Someone is absolutley lost.

[cutting_edgex23]

That is okay.

X is lost, too.

This may explain why, after looking at Stitch for another few moments, she turns back to her soup.

Talking is not her best thing. Especially not lately.

[evil_koala_626]

There is a brief silence.

And then a glass of milk is nudged sideways towards her.

[cutting_edgex23]

X gives Stitch a quick sideways glance, eyes slightly wide.

Then--

"Thank you."

She takes a careful sip.

[evil_koala_626]

His own beverage of choice this evening is chocolate milk. It is downed rather sloppily, resulting in a moustache.

"'s okay."

[cutting_edgex23]

X is quiet for a little while.

"Okay."

She takes another sip of milk.

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch opens his mouth.

Beat.

Stitch closes his mouth.

He drains the dregs of milk from his glass, swallows noisily and hoists himself onto the Bar. And then, very carefully he pats X on the shoulder.

[cutting_edgex23]

Some of the tension eases out of her frame at that.

There is, however, still plenty to go.

[evil_koala_626]

There always is, isn't there. But time stops and the door back home is plainly visable. He can spare some time. She's done it for him.