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[river_meimei]

"No, see--" Duo waves his spoon at River for emphasis, and then hastily lowers it before ice cream drips onto the couch. "Real cherries are acceptable. Maraschino cherries are an abomination. It's an important distinction!"

River eats a sprinkle with her fingers, looking dubious. "It's a paradigmatic rewriting," she informs him. "Got extra sugar."

So, to sum up: River and Duo have a couch shared between them, a fairly epic ice cream sundae apiece, and a lot of precisely constructed paper airplanes strewn around them. (Some have physics equations written on them.) Come say hi!

[OOC: Two muns, two characters! Feel free to tag them together, or to arrange your timing so one of them just went back to the bar or something.]

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[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo glares at him. "No shit, Sherlock. But I swear I've seen you here two days in a row. Or do you go home every night?"

Duo's few experiences with being bound were not particularly enjoyable, but he doesn't mind staying here for an extended period of time by choice.

[evil_koala_626]

Oh!

Well then.

"Ih, room 626. With Pleakley." This proclimation is followed up with a grimace.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Was that so hard?" Duo says, now absorbed in trying to hang a spoon off his nose.

[river_meimei]

River is giving Duo's nose a bemused look.

Hallucinations can never be ruled out, but it's probably the spoon.

[evil_koala_626]

"Naga emba-chua. Grrrr," comes the eloquent if muffled response. It's not like Duo had specified.

[maxwellsdemon02]

Do the Loompas watch you at home, Stitch? DO THEY?

Actually, don't answer that. It's a creepy thought.

And River's question of reality vs. hallucination is answered when the spoon clatters to the table and Duo curses mildly at it.

[river_meimei]

"Try glue," River suggests helpfully.

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch regards the spoon in silence before he stands, snags the spoon up, and attempts to affix it to his own nose. It falls off.

One irritated snarl and some liberal use of alien saliva later, however and he has attained victory! Two furry arms are raised in triumph. He beams, staring in to the fire.


Blink.


The arms fall.


Blink.




Blink.



Stitch stands again. Duo's face is eyed speculatively. The spoon is extended towards his nose with careful precision.

[maxwellsdemon02]

...is the alien slobber worth the bond the success of spoon-nose-hanging brings?

Duo apparently decides it is, and accepts.

He waits. The spoon stays.

Success! Duo also raises his arms, and grins behind the spoon.

[river_meimei]

River looks kind of as if she's suppressing giggles. (They're not terribly suppressed, because she's River.)

Duo and Stitch are officially WEIRDOES.

[evil_koala_626]

ONE OF US! ONE OF US!

"Tukibowaba!"

This calls for more ice cream. As neither River or Duo currently have any left to pilfer from, Stitch immediately begins trying to flag down a waitrat. Who knows, he might even share. Stranger things have happened.