OOC: Here is an 'interrogation' between infamous web reporter, Max Sterling, and Stitch that takes place after the interview. Now this may get interesting...
Staring intently across the table. No blinking. Just watching.
"Oh."
He slanted his stare still not blinking.
I silently organized my thoughts, looking back at him, in an odd angled way that wasn't a direct eye contact with him. It was supposed to fluster him, or me first, I couldn't be sure.
Observe the subject in a professional matter before action.
Hard to read emotions, especially when the subject knew you were trying to read them.
Face first. Easiest usually. The eyes, black reflective. Mmm. Still, the eyes were slanted. Let's see, slight displeasure, that wasn't hard to see, a minor twitch that moment, he's planning, conniving, was that the right word?, probably not, his mouth: gradual curve, not a grimace or even a frown, no real smile, interesting, add these aspects together, the full blue furred face, maybe, something else, questioning, curiosity, wonder. Finally I noted the claws tapping,innocent waiting, not exactly impatience, thankfully.
My eyes shifted, to the pressing stare of this creature, I was confident now. "I took a course of psychology in school, before journalism."
He stopped his claws tapping, he squinted a few tense second, he considered something, decided otherwise, he took a breath, nodded with a maybe relieved smile.
"You are a very amazing being I must say."
He widened his eyes, "Mmm?"
"OK, I'll admit it, there is more to you than meets the eye."
"What?"
I leaned back keeping his stare, "You are quiet a soft and fluffy soul underneath your rough interior."
I briefly wondered if he'd attack me, nothing happened.
"Lilo's got you wrapped around her finger you know."
He shrugged.
"And I think that you're a `happy go lucky' guy, an optimist, and have an appealing child like playfulness."
"Mmm."
"Only problem is you feel insecure of yourself and that's why you usually go after all who come visit."
He rose his paw, "No, just you."
It was my turn to shrug. "I never got good grades in psychology."
"No, you ok."
This caught me off guard, "Huh?"
"But I have noticed that you're headstrong, paranoid, persistent and overly trusting."
"Uh…"
"And you have a temper from time to time and you're known as being a semi-reckless driver."
"Wha…"
"And you tend to have a sweet tooth for any kind of chocolate java, which in turn causes you to have a `weird' behavior."
"Ouch."
Silence.
I held out my hand, "That's enough, truce?"
Stitch grasped my hand, "Truce."
We shook, "Don't use the front door right away," he added.
"The coffee's in the trunk." I replied.
Staring intently across the table. No blinking. Just watching.
"Oh."
He slanted his stare still not blinking.
I silently organized my thoughts, looking back at him, in an odd angled way that wasn't a direct eye contact with him. It was supposed to fluster him, or me first, I couldn't be sure.
Observe the subject in a professional matter before action.
Hard to read emotions, especially when the subject knew you were trying to read them.
Face first. Easiest usually. The eyes, black reflective. Mmm. Still, the eyes were slanted. Let's see, slight displeasure, that wasn't hard to see, a minor twitch that moment, he's planning, conniving, was that the right word?, probably not, his mouth: gradual curve, not a grimace or even a frown, no real smile, interesting, add these aspects together, the full blue furred face, maybe, something else, questioning, curiosity, wonder. Finally I noted the claws tapping,innocent waiting, not exactly impatience, thankfully.
My eyes shifted, to the pressing stare of this creature, I was confident now. "I took a course of psychology in school, before journalism."
He stopped his claws tapping, he squinted a few tense second, he considered something, decided otherwise, he took a breath, nodded with a maybe relieved smile.
"You are a very amazing being I must say."
He widened his eyes, "Mmm?"
"OK, I'll admit it, there is more to you than meets the eye."
"What?"
I leaned back keeping his stare, "You are quiet a soft and fluffy soul underneath your rough interior."
I briefly wondered if he'd attack me, nothing happened.
"Lilo's got you wrapped around her finger you know."
He shrugged.
"And I think that you're a `happy go lucky' guy, an optimist, and have an appealing child like playfulness."
"Mmm."
"Only problem is you feel insecure of yourself and that's why you usually go after all who come visit."
He rose his paw, "No, just you."
It was my turn to shrug. "I never got good grades in psychology."
"No, you ok."
This caught me off guard, "Huh?"
"But I have noticed that you're headstrong, paranoid, persistent and overly trusting."
"Uh…"
"And you have a temper from time to time and you're known as being a semi-reckless driver."
"Wha…"
"And you tend to have a sweet tooth for any kind of chocolate java, which in turn causes you to have a `weird' behavior."
"Ouch."
Silence.
I held out my hand, "That's enough, truce?"
Stitch grasped my hand, "Truce."
We shook, "Don't use the front door right away," he added.
"The coffee's in the trunk." I replied.
