Happy Hour

[not_his_pa]

The Bar finds William as he's limping his way through the last of his chores and checking that the tack's stored away. He smiles as he comes through, time's been on his side and he's healing up. The bruises on his face are pretty colors but healing, his knee hurts but he can walk on it and his elbow's bending better

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[not_his_pa]

At the last More, William does fall over, landing badly on his knee as he slips on the wrapper.

He pulls it off and tosses it away, a stray breeze carries it into the main Bar as he goes back into the kitchen. Walking now hurts but he doesn't want that thing looking at him hungrily.

As quick as he can, he gathers up the biggest mustard containers he can carry, two about the size of Stitch and dumps them on the counter, "There, eat that, not anyone."

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch pulls a face as one of the mustard pots is seized with two clawed hands.

"Stitch good. Stitch naga..." Unfortunately, whatever it is Stitch does or does not do trails away as the alien gazes blankly off in to nothing. He even seems to have forgotten about the mustard.

Blink.

Headtilt.

Blink.

[not_his_pa]

William takes that moment of blankness as an opening to grab the empty mustard jars and get them off the counter.

[evil_koala_626]

To all appearances Stitch seems to have checked out early. his eyes remain glazed, his head canted to one side almost as if he's listening to someone speaking. That would be ridiculous of course. It's not as though William's being particularly chatty.

It all happens in a blur.

The enormous red eyes flick to the boys outstretched arm. There's a streak of motion as toothy jaws gape wide...

[not_his_pa]

And William's arm isn't there though he does fall over again since he moved fast but not thoughtfully and his knee is really complaining.

He manages to yell but its not that firm,

"No bitin'!"

[evil_koala_626]

"GrrrrrBLARGH!"

Stitch snarls furiously, gnashing his teeth in frustration as his jaws close on empty air. Scuttling across the counter he peers down at the boy's prone form before launching himself into the air to close the distance.

[not_his_pa]

William tosses the empty jars at Stitch's fast approaching form and realizes there's nowhere else to run but if need be he can toss bottles.

[evil_koala_626]

CLUNK!

"Oogata!"

A direct hit, it interrupts the alien's trajectory beautifully. He lands short of his goal with a muffled thump.

[not_his_pa]

As the thing falls, William stays as close as possible to the shelves in the back and stays still and quiet. Maybe the thing will leave.

[evil_koala_626]

With a groan, 'the thing' sits up, rubbing its head and blinking dazedly around at its new surroundings.

[not_his_pa]

William's legs are stretched out since he hasn't had a chance to move much since he fell and he's just going to wait.

[evil_koala_626]

"Uuggh. Naga bootifa," mutters Stitch, pushing himself to his feet. He runs both hands down his face. And his gaze settles on-

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch's eyes go very, very wide.

No...

[not_his_pa]

The thing doesn't seem to be hungry or attacking so William allows himself to breathe,

"Your mustard's up there. Just go on and eat it."

[evil_koala_626]

nonononononononononononononononononononono...

Stitch, staring at his own claws, does not appear to have heard.

At some unheard signal, his head snaps up, flat eared and wild-eyed. He takes a step backward. And another. On the third, he whirls, fleeing on all fours in the direction of the backdoor. There is a scrabble of claws on floorboards, a slam, and silence.

[not_his_pa]

William stays on the floor until he hears the slam then hauls himself up using the stool and curses before pouring a whiskey. That was horrible.