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[garbage_boy]

This is getting extremely worrying.

Having someone else running around in his body is not Linguini's idea of a Good Day, especially if he gets theirs, and especially if they have a dubious handle on English and dubious (and potentially dangerous) table manners. Or manners in general.

He's looking around for someone who... well, is him, so he should

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[the_h_star_r]

Hey look, it's a Mia...

...shaped entity.

Who has figured out that she can cook with her fire magic and is currently toasting a marshmallow via a small flame in her hand.

"This is so cool," she murmurs.

[garbage_boy]

Linguini's new super-hearing catches that. He turns.

"Mia?"

[the_h_star_r]

She turns and says in a not-very-Mia-like tone, "Hey, look at that! A little blue guy! Are you related to The Cheat?"

She doesn't really know who Mia is, but if he said Honeycakes, her eyes would light up with recognition.

[garbage_boy]

"...I don't know what a-- you're not really Mia?"

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch is in a foul mood. There are many factors contributing to this. Not least of which are being half blind, almost completely deaf, and being stuck in a body that might as well be made of glass. The slightest mishap results in pain! It's the most frustratingly rediculous thing he's ever experienced! That and the cake he ate earlier isn't exactly sitting well.

And Pastahead is still off wearing his body. His body! HIS!

Which is why there is a Linguini shaped entity gibbering obsenities under his breath as he prowls back inside, still searching for his wayward self.

[garbage_boy]

The Real Slim Shady Linguini is getting very worried and frustrated now. He can't find... himself... ANYWHERE. What if Stitch went back home and is terrorizing the Hawaiian locals? What if he got brutally maimed? WHAT IF HE'S DEA--

He bumps into someone.

--someone who wears the same shoes that he does.

He looks up... and up... and up... (He can only imagine what it must be like from Remy's point of view.)

So that's what Linguini looks like when he's disgruntled. It's almost kind of intimidated. Except that it's him. He's so confused.

"...hey..."

Talking to your apparent doppelganger is really awkward, it turns out.

[evil_koala_626]

The soft shud cuases Stitch to pause and glance down. He does a double take.

"YOU!"

Is it possible to sound furious and relieved at the same time?

[garbage_boy]

"...You!

I mean me-- I mean--

--why do you smell like raspberries? I mean why do I smell like raspberries?"

[willeatanything]

Here comes Emile.

Scrolling along.

Best way to describe it.

Scrolling.

BUMP!

"SORRY!"

[garbage_boy]

"Oh, that's okay--" he says, reflexively.

Then he just stares.

Either this... computer mouse, because clearly that is a computer mouse... is the victim of the bar's latest shenanigans, or everything here is sentient. In the case of the former, Linguini has to wonder what this poor soul was before.

[willeatanything]

Emile! Tiny Captain of Dust Bin Dining, and Totem Animal of Freegans Everywhere!

"Hello. I don't know who you are, since I can't see you at all. But I'm Emile. Remy's big brother. And now computer mouse!"

[garbage_boy]

"Emile?"

He boggles. Not like Emile can see it.

"It's me-- Llllliiing-- guini." He's getting better at saying his name with his new alien mouth, at least!

"...You... um. You too?"