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Wally kind of missed Stitch, not that he would ever admit that on purpose. He hadn’t heard from him in a while and Wally needed to know if he was alright, at least. After arriving at his house, Wally makes the quick decision to go straight to his window, Stitch isn’t avoiding him this time. Creeping around the house, he pauses when he reaches the window to Stitch’s room and listens for a moment.

Hm, no music or immediate sounds of his friend. Maybe he can just wait for him to return? Wally tests the window and feels the give of it cracking open. Perfect. Halfway through the window, Wally stops when he hears a strange noise. Oh, maybe he isn’t alone after all. Assuming it’s Stitch, Wally calls out, “you can’t just ignore me, I do worry about you.” Fully through the window, he turns to the source of the noise and freezes. This one he doesn’t know.

He holds up his hands, hoping he doesn’t startle them. “Sorry I’m looking for, uh, my guy.”

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Angel was supposed to wait in Stitch’s room.

She’d decide how long that lasted - but for now, she was entertained with flipping through the internet to learn about earth culture. Humans expressed emotions through gifs, trolled eachother unnecessarily anonymously, worshipped cats with funny captions and made light of terrible situations with jokes that were in poor taste. This was a wonderful planet. She was excited to be here.

Angel was tucked away in Stitch’s hammock, curled up tightly into a ball with her knees pressed to her chest while she browsed and worked on intaking the language. Her english had accelerated quickly once Stitch had given her a base, but certain words still eluded her, and tantalog still naturally slipped back into her dialect. At some point, an urban dictionary entry about what being ‘salty’ meant slipped her into a cat nap.

A noise shook her awake. She assumed it was Stitch at first, but when it wasn’t, she looked at the man strange. She’d normally be prepared to throw hands at someone who came in unexpectedly while she slept, but something about him gave off the impression that he was harmless. “Your guy?” She asked immediately with a possessive and worried tone. She wanted Stitch. “Is Stitch your... boojiboo [term of endearment]?”

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He felt her come into the atmosphere like a spider crawling up the back of his neck. Stitch wasn’t sure how he knew but that familiar light tumbling through the sky informed him all he needed to know: another one of him had arrived on Earth. He was no longer alone here. It unsettled him, he had to know who else had joined him and get the jump on it if it was someone to be cautious of. Stitch found her on instinct, a creeping up through his spine, it felt like a call. She was out when he arrived and took the initiative to bring her back to his home. He couldn’t just leave her there without knowing answers, not to mention he couldn’t stop just staring at her as he carried her back. She was like an angel fell down straight from heaven.

Being the somewhat gentleman he was, Stitch laid her in his bed and plopped himself in the hammock he’d hung up in the corner as extra seating. He was flicking his lighter on and off when she awoke. “Okie-taka [It’s okay]” , He said in an attempt to show he meant her no harm. “Chi chabada [I promise.]” She wasn’t anyone he’d seen before but Stitch didn’t want to be too trusting just yet. Slowly he moved from his hammock with his hands out to show her he wasn’t going to pull anything sly. “Stitch,” he spoke softly and placed a hand to his chest to show her it was him the name was associated it. Their native tongue didn’t have a word for Lilo’s name for him. “Yuuga [You?]”

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[ all dialogue is in tantalog ] 

Goosebumps ran up her arms as she looked at him with searching eyes. When he slid out of the hammock, she tensed and immediately mimicked the movement and stepped down on the floor from the bed to stand opposite of him. She was curious, but cautious. “I believe you,” she replied, relaxing marginally as a soft smile pulling onto her lips. 

When he spoke his name, her eyebrows knitted together like she rejected the statement. “But that’s not your name,” she said, “Did you forget it? You’re experiment #626. I’m 624. Are you running from the galatic federation, too?”

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EUPHORIA | S02E03: Ruminations: Big and Little Bullys

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Alarms going off, red lights flashed. She didn’t remember much. Just a lot of her ship shaking, and flames engulfed her moments before a giant crash knocked her out. She could hear the dull sound of beeping going off in the background - it was enough to let her know that she was alive, but not enough to stir her from unconscious state. But then - something else tickled her senses. A click of the windows popping up - or being torn off - she couldn’t tell. Then, something lifted her. Her first instinct was to fight, but she couldn’t wake herself for more than a few moments at a time to stir a response from herself.

When she woke up, she woke with a start, nearly jumping out of her skin as she sat up right. “Meega-o-itume [ get away from me]”, she said instinctively, with a hiss on her lips as she pushed herself backwards and wedged herself in the back of the bed while she re-oriented herself. Her dark eyes settled on the boy in the room with her, blinking once to refocus her vision. When she saw him, she starred hard for a moment, like she recognized him despite them never having met before. “Cama'ahar teh tebracres [What is your name?]”, she asked, crawling back to the end of the bed to stand up in the room, more curious than defensive now that she was saw who had found her.

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“Me chay tabbata [ I love bread ],” Angel hummed to herself with a pleased expression on her face at the steaming hot bun warming her lanky fingertips. She took a bite out of a sweet bun in front of a cafe while she waited on Stitch to return. She was not proficient at speaking the english language yet, her vocabulary choppy and short. But with every dialogue she came across, she picked it up quickly like a download speed with a strong satellite connection.

Earth was different than other planets she’d been on. This one seemed less dangerous than others. More social dynamics were involved, and she was fine with that. Once she could speak the native language better, she could navigate that. Fortunately, her singing influence worked regardless of the language she chose; but she wouldn’t use that if she didn’t have to. A simple hum did well in most situations.

 “Asyrifah [ excuse me ] “ she spoke abruptly to the person walking passed her, ignoring whether or not they were busy, “- could you teach me some of your words? I am still learning your language.”

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ZENDAYA’S ACTING… GIVE HER ALL THE AWARDS

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