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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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[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.