some waytoolong cobra/nani :D part 1
anonymous
July 18 2010, 07:25:45 UTC
a/n: so i don't know if it's as ~awkward as it could be but i fell in love with this ship lolol. xD also the timeline is screwy b/c this fic is the first time she meets mr. cobra bubbles, & i havent seen lilo and stitch in awhile so there's a possiblity this sucks in terms of canon. ANYWAY THIS A/N IS WAY TOO LONG, PLEASE ENJOY. :D
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Cobra Bubbles knew very well that he was an intimidating sort of fellow.
This worked quite to his advantage. People tended not to try to bullshit a social worker who changed the subject when it turned to recreational killing and hardly ever took off his sunglasses. And he liked it that way. Despite his… primary loyalties to various aliens, he did genuinely enjoy being a social worker and all the responsibilities that it entailed.
Then, days like this came along.
Narrowing his eyes under their lenses, he raised one large fist and knocked at the Pelekai’s door. Again. He checked his watch for the third time, just to verify that the lack of response was very much not his fault, and began to pound at the front door a little too violently for a ‘friendly visit.’ Well, hell. Had Nani left the kid home alone? Was she hurt, could she not get up to answer him?
“Excuse me,” he said loudly, trying to soften the so-called anger he supposedly always had in his tone. Supposedly. “Nani or Lilo, I need you to open up for me right-”
As if on cue, the door swung open, banging into the opposite wall. Nani leant against the frame, out of breath (he assumed from a mad rush to the doorknob), brushing hair out of her face and smiling weakly up at him.
“Mr. Bubbles!” She stepped back, stumbled, and quickly righted herself. “Come in!”
He raised an eyebrow at her before stepping inside the house. Clean enough. No dangerous objects left about that Lilo might get into. Speaking of which… “Where’s Lilo?” he asked, turning around as Nani forced the heavy wooden door shut. She spun around, hair flying over her shoulders.
“Oh! Funny you should… should ask.” She chuckled nervously, fidgeting against the wall. “She went to hula class a couple hours ago, and of course she should be back by now and she would be because I almost left to go get her-”
“Almost?” he interrupted, setting his briefcase down heavily on the carpet. “You almost left to go get her?”
Nani’s eyes widened. “No no, I mean, she called me before I went to get her! Said she was going to stay there and play with some… with some of her friends from class.” She straightened, a businesslike tone taking over her voice. “I talked to the instructor, of course, and he said it was fine, they’re actually watching some older dancers, so, I-”
“I was under the impression,” he cut her off again, “that when I spoke with you on the phone last week, I said that I would like to talk to Lilo. Herself.”
He spoke very slowly and methodically, and he could see Nani biting her lip anxiously the more he did. She twisted the hem of her shirt in her hand, then said, in a burst of words, “I know, I know, I’m really- look, okay, Lilo’s not really… she doesn’t have lots of, um, friends. Honestly. And I know you have to talk to her, I do, but I thought it’d be good for her to… to socialize. And stuff. ‘Cause she’s such a- a loner, right now, ever since the ah- the accident.”
Finally Nani paused, letting her free hand fall limply back to her side after she stopped flailing it around for emphasis. He gave her a once-over from behind his sunglasses. Being a social worker for so long gave him a sense for the liars; the ones who made excuses as to why the kids they were caring for never seemed to be around at the same time he was. Nani was still chewing on her lip as he surveyed her, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet, her shirt tied off to the side with a hair band.
Somehow, he very much doubted she was one of the liars.
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Cobra Bubbles knew very well that he was an intimidating sort of fellow.
This worked quite to his advantage. People tended not to try to bullshit a social worker who changed the subject when it turned to recreational killing and hardly ever took off his sunglasses. And he liked it that way. Despite his… primary loyalties to various aliens, he did genuinely enjoy being a social worker and all the responsibilities that it entailed.
Then, days like this came along.
Narrowing his eyes under their lenses, he raised one large fist and knocked at the Pelekai’s door. Again. He checked his watch for the third time, just to verify that the lack of response was very much not his fault, and began to pound at the front door a little too violently for a ‘friendly visit.’ Well, hell. Had Nani left the kid home alone? Was she hurt, could she not get up to answer him?
“Excuse me,” he said loudly, trying to soften the so-called anger he supposedly always had in his tone. Supposedly. “Nani or Lilo, I need you to open up for me right-”
As if on cue, the door swung open, banging into the opposite wall. Nani leant against the frame, out of breath (he assumed from a mad rush to the doorknob), brushing hair out of her face and smiling weakly up at him.
“Mr. Bubbles!” She stepped back, stumbled, and quickly righted herself. “Come in!”
He raised an eyebrow at her before stepping inside the house. Clean enough. No dangerous objects left about that Lilo might get into. Speaking of which… “Where’s Lilo?” he asked, turning around as Nani forced the heavy wooden door shut. She spun around, hair flying over her shoulders.
“Oh! Funny you should… should ask.” She chuckled nervously, fidgeting against the wall. “She went to hula class a couple hours ago, and of course she should be back by now and she would be because I almost left to go get her-”
“Almost?” he interrupted, setting his briefcase down heavily on the carpet. “You almost left to go get her?”
Nani’s eyes widened. “No no, I mean, she called me before I went to get her! Said she was going to stay there and play with some… with some of her friends from class.” She straightened, a businesslike tone taking over her voice. “I talked to the instructor, of course, and he said it was fine, they’re actually watching some older dancers, so, I-”
“I was under the impression,” he cut her off again, “that when I spoke with you on the phone last week, I said that I would like to talk to Lilo. Herself.”
He spoke very slowly and methodically, and he could see Nani biting her lip anxiously the more he did. She twisted the hem of her shirt in her hand, then said, in a burst of words, “I know, I know, I’m really- look, okay, Lilo’s not really… she doesn’t have lots of, um, friends. Honestly. And I know you have to talk to her, I do, but I thought it’d be good for her to… to socialize. And stuff. ‘Cause she’s such a- a loner, right now, ever since the ah- the accident.”
Finally Nani paused, letting her free hand fall limply back to her side after she stopped flailing it around for emphasis. He gave her a once-over from behind his sunglasses. Being a social worker for so long gave him a sense for the liars; the ones who made excuses as to why the kids they were caring for never seemed to be around at the same time he was. Nani was still chewing on her lip as he surveyed her, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet, her shirt tied off to the side with a hair band.
Somehow, he very much doubted she was one of the liars.
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