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[evil_koala_626]

An unexpected sight greets Stitch when he scuttles up to say hello to the Bar today. Surprise appears in a vision of
pure confectionery perfection. At some point he'll probably notice the candles. Or the napkin note. Probably.

In the mean time, neighboring stools will be provided with complimentary rain gear.

(OOC: Open 'til Saturday)

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[isaysimplewords]

Cal has seen enough of Stitch in action that, when a poncho pops up in lieu of the raktajino he was expecting (accompanied with a napkin bearing an arrow that helpfully directs his gaze to the sight of Stitch poised over the cake), he knows Bar isn't kidding.

He yanks the poncho over his head just in time. Amazing how fast a human man can move when he has to.

[evil_koala_626]

It's almost as if Cal didn't want to be covered in coconut shavings!

The cake's demise is just about as enthusiastically horrific as Cal probably guessed it wound be. Who knew frosting had such a wide splash radius? Somewhere around halfway through the cake, something finally pings on Stitch's radar.

Peering down the bar, he takes note of Cal watching him and stares back in sticky silence.

An arm is pointedly placed between Cal and what remains of the cake. Given that the cake is currently coating most of his immediate vicinity, this doesn't block it from view as well as Stitch probably hopes.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal is less concerned about the ick factor than he would have been prior to working at the shelter. Slobbery, cake-crumb-y frosting is a treat compared to what he's gotten used to dealing with from the animals there.

But he knows from experience that frosting really sticks in your hair.

It takes him a few seconds to recognize the protective gesture for what it is, because seriously, who would want the remains of that cake enough to fight Stitch for it? Especially if they've been watching the carnage.

When realization does dawn, though, he says hastily,

"Oh! No, all yours." He holds up his hands (under the poncho, which fortunately is made of clear plastic) to indicate his lack of secret cake-stealing weapons. "I'm just, uh - don't worry about it."

[evil_koala_626]

Cal is peered at dubiously.

"heh-Hiiiiiieeeee."

[hey35nholding]

Clementine's almost used to bumping into talking ponies and vampires. But a blue alien eating a coconut cake as messily as possible is a new one for her.

She watches the spectacle of Stitch eating sans-poncho, and manages not to get too many stray flakes of coconut on her. He's lost some crumbs, and Clem nudges them back toward Stitch's side. "Lost these."

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch's pace does not falter. One might be forgiven in assuming Clem has gone unnoticed until, face still buried deep in the cake's innards, a clawed hand plucks the fist full of crumbs off of Bar's surface and swings forward in the general direction of where his mouth probably is.

She will be acknowledged once the carnage has ceased. Probably.

[hey35nholding]

Clementine's willing to wait; after all, she's still got those cherries in her hand, and she's not gonna put 'em in her mouth.

She's also got frosting all over her sunglasses, but she's encountered worse damage while watching Junior tuck into a pile of tacos. She considers licking them but instead wipes them on some bar-provided napkins. She'll be there when Stitch is all done, but probably with frosting in her hair.

[evil_koala_626]

It doesn't take terribly long. Once the cake has dissapeared (and the cake stand is hastily reabsorbed into the counter minus a mouthful or two) the alien wipes his face with the back of a forearm and peers at her with interest.

"heh-ha-Hiiiiiiiiii."

Which is to say thank you as well. Or it would if he ever remembered that part.

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate blinks at the sudden apparition on the Bar in front of her.

Well, it ... it sort of looks like a poncho. But what the hell sort of material is it made out of? She frowns, and glances around for any kind of explanation.

Oh.

[evil_koala_626]

OMNOMNOMNOM.

She may want to put that thing on. Or back out of shrapnel range. Stitch tends to eat with enthusiasm.

Eventually, once the cake stand has been licked clean, the creature turns its head in the direction of Kate's stool and peers back at her.

A glob of coconut falls off his ear and hits the floor with a splat.

[ikissdhimbck]

Blink.

Kate wipes coconut off her nose. She'll deal with changing her clothes later.

"Well, you're a ... hungry lil' fella."

She just barely yanked the plastic poncho between them before things got really ugly. She turns it around to examine the cakey ink blot impression left in his wake.

[evil_koala_626]

Blink.

A forearm is used to remove some of the cake from his face before Kate is treated to a headtilt. Is she going to eat that poncho?

"heh-ha-Hiiiiieeeee," greets the creature in a croaking voice.