"Hm. Streets of Hawaii, streets of Turo. I can see the similarities," 600 said.
"Yeah, despite the absence of hovercrafts, aliens, riots, and about a hundred other things," 625 added with a bite of a sandwich.
Stitch and Lilo were taking the two experiments on a tour through the town that they had gone through on that first day together.
"So any ideas for families?" Lilo asked the two. Both shook their heads. They wanted to be sure the person they were the right ones.
As they headed down past the hula class building, the young women who danced with the little girls walked down the road. They had just come from hula lessons and their outfits were in duffel bags that dangled at their sides. 625 looked at them.
"So, you guys are hula dancers?" he asked. The girl with long, straight, raven black hair looked at him.
"No, we're enchanted forest elves. Give us some gold and we'll give you blessings of shiny things from our stash," she said sarcastically. She didn't seem to think the talking creatures were weird, although the other girls backed away with wide eyes and left quickly.
"You don't have to be sarcastic!" 600 told the girl.
"I'll always be sarcastic. Such is the way of the world," the girl said with fake drama. 625 smiled and looked at Stitch and 600. He told them in alien that he'd be back soon and to head on. He wanted to talk to this girl who was like a human version of himself. With a smile, they did and left the two together in conversation.
It wasn't the same not having a comment inserted between everything they said, but the three got on OK without 625. As the sun set, they sat on the beach. 600 breathed in slowly, then let it out. She had never seen anything like the ocean. Even to Stitch it was like seeing it for the first time on days like these as the sun set beyond the horizon. He sat beside 600.
"How do you think 625s doing?" she asked.
"Oh, terrible. My legs have fallen off and I lost my sandwich," said a familiar voice from behind. 600 and Stitch spun around to see 625, who waved and chewed a sandwich. He nodded behind him, to where the girl from earlier was sitting. 625 grinned.
"Her name is Kara. For the first time in my life, I haven't been the last to get something."
For about three seconds, Stitch and 600 stared. Then they cheered.
"Congratulations 625!"
"You're not a total loser, gopher-boy!" 600 agreed. 625 grinned at the two.
"I have a real name now," 625 told them.
"What? Mumbly Joe?" 600 asked.
"No. I'm Osvaldo."
"That's moronic!" 600 said.
"I know. So call me Ozzy,"625 told her. He smiled and walked over to Kara. They said something to each other and grinned. Both of the other experiments' jaws dropped as their friend allowed himself to be picked up. 625 had always hated being picked up.
"Why's he doing that?" 600 mumbled almost to herself.
"I guess he really trusts that girl. He's got his ohana now," Stitch answered. 600 watched the little aqua-furred creature that she'd hated and yet loved. Now Experiment 600 felt like she had no one but her brains, her books, and her memories.
to be continued...
Yeah, I know this was a short chapter. Weren't expecting 600 to be last in line for a family, where you?
"Yeah, despite the absence of hovercrafts, aliens, riots, and about a hundred other things," 625 added with a bite of a sandwich.
Stitch and Lilo were taking the two experiments on a tour through the town that they had gone through on that first day together.
"So any ideas for families?" Lilo asked the two. Both shook their heads. They wanted to be sure the person they were the right ones.
As they headed down past the hula class building, the young women who danced with the little girls walked down the road. They had just come from hula lessons and their outfits were in duffel bags that dangled at their sides. 625 looked at them.
"So, you guys are hula dancers?" he asked. The girl with long, straight, raven black hair looked at him.
"No, we're enchanted forest elves. Give us some gold and we'll give you blessings of shiny things from our stash," she said sarcastically. She didn't seem to think the talking creatures were weird, although the other girls backed away with wide eyes and left quickly.
"You don't have to be sarcastic!" 600 told the girl.
"I'll always be sarcastic. Such is the way of the world," the girl said with fake drama. 625 smiled and looked at Stitch and 600. He told them in alien that he'd be back soon and to head on. He wanted to talk to this girl who was like a human version of himself. With a smile, they did and left the two together in conversation.
It wasn't the same not having a comment inserted between everything they said, but the three got on OK without 625. As the sun set, they sat on the beach. 600 breathed in slowly, then let it out. She had never seen anything like the ocean. Even to Stitch it was like seeing it for the first time on days like these as the sun set beyond the horizon. He sat beside 600.
"How do you think 625s doing?" she asked.
"Oh, terrible. My legs have fallen off and I lost my sandwich," said a familiar voice from behind. 600 and Stitch spun around to see 625, who waved and chewed a sandwich. He nodded behind him, to where the girl from earlier was sitting. 625 grinned.
"Her name is Kara. For the first time in my life, I haven't been the last to get something."
For about three seconds, Stitch and 600 stared. Then they cheered.
"Congratulations 625!"
"You're not a total loser, gopher-boy!" 600 agreed. 625 grinned at the two.
"I have a real name now," 625 told them.
"What? Mumbly Joe?" 600 asked.
"No. I'm Osvaldo."
"That's moronic!" 600 said.
"I know. So call me Ozzy,"625 told her. He smiled and walked over to Kara. They said something to each other and grinned. Both of the other experiments' jaws dropped as their friend allowed himself to be picked up. 625 had always hated being picked up.
"Why's he doing that?" 600 mumbled almost to herself.
"I guess he really trusts that girl. He's got his ohana now," Stitch answered. 600 watched the little aqua-furred creature that she'd hated and yet loved. Now Experiment 600 felt like she had no one but her brains, her books, and her memories.
to be continued...
Yeah, I know this was a short chapter. Weren't expecting 600 to be last in line for a family, where you?