POD PEOPLE!

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( Immediately following this)

Stitch had remained in the rafters for quite some time after the truth had come out that the bar had been invaded by BODY STEALING CREATURES FROM ANOTHER PLANET*. And he'd given this one his home address. Well, he'd told her what planet he was residing on which is the same thing. Not good. Very much with the not good.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X does not step on Stitch, only because she smells him coming.

And he is not being very quiet.

"Stitch."

It's not a question.

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"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The thing about focusing so intently on who might or might not be an hapless puppet in the crowd below is it makes it difficult to notice anything that might be behind you.

Stitch actually goes airborn, leaping vertically a good foot into the air and coming down facing her with wide eyes and bared fangs.

[cutting_edgex23]

X's own stance shifts, and her gaze flicks from Stitch to whatever might be approaching from behind (in front?) of him.

"You are not okay."

Fear is a scent X has no trouble in recognizing.

It makes her--upset.

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Stitch stares up at her. If possible, his eyes go even wider. X's scent is... not usually one of much Stitchian scrutiny. There are certain components of it he'd rather not think about. At the moment however she is the subject of some vey intense snuffling.

"Oh." For just an instant his shoulders loosen slightly. And then he's gestulating wildy back down the stairs.

"Pod People!"

[cutting_edgex23]

X's gaze flicks back to Stitch directly.

She is not frowning.

"I do not understand."

Please explain. It is imperative.

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"Maka maka! Sasa! Pu xamie ne!"

It is accompanied by further flailing.

[cutting_edgex23]

"Where?"

Her gaze flicks back toward the stairs.

"It is in the bar?"

Did Timmy fall in the well again?

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"POD. PEOPLE."

Keep up, please!

[cutting_edgex23]

"I do not understand."

She's a little more confused now.

And worried.

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And now, now that a doppleganger has not dropped out of nowhere and attempted to kill either of them in the last thirty seconds, he finally breathes.

"Aliens!"

He shoots her a look.

"Bad aliens!".

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"Oh."

X looks--startled is a good word.

"They are killing people?"

Beat.

"Here?"

[evil_koala_626]

This one had used the phrase 'Host bodies', so...

"Naga."

He doesn't think so anyway. What they do is infinitely worse.

"Is... You dunno pod people?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X frowns, running over her mental file list.

Then--

"I do not think so. It is important?"

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"Ih."

Right now there are few things of greater importance.

"I- C'mon."

And with that he begins to warily backtrack.

[cutting_edgex23]

X studies him very carefully for several long moments.

Then--

"Okay."

She does not look as wary as Stitch, but that may be due, in part, to her own permanently impassive expression.

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Stitch crosses the bar on all fours, ears fanned forward, nose working furiously, eyes narrowed to slits in suspicioun. Upon arriving at Bar without incident, there is a hushed and rapidly yammered request in Tantalog.