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[mnt_raph]

Raph is seated on the living room floor, his back resting against the arm of the couch. Strewn about on the floor before him is a wide arch magazines. Some are about motorcycles, others about martial arts weapons, but mostly they're fitness magazines.

In the background the dulcet tones of Shaolin Soccer can be heard.

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[mnt_raph]

Stitch isn't alone there.
In fact Stitch might want to take a number and join the line that forms to the left.

"How nice for you. Any particular reason you're on my ceiling, Stitch?"

[evil_koala_626]

In response Stitch releases his hold on the ceiling, twisting in midair to land on all fours.

"Looking for Bar." He repeats. The eyes narrow slightly "Helping Mike." And, y'know, satisfying his own curiousity. And ensuring it's safe for him to sleep at night.

[mnt_raph]

Oooookay. That...that was a thing.

"Ain't seen'er. If she's still him, that is. I take it Mike's still Poppin' Fresh?"

[evil_koala_626]

This news is met with a rather frustrated sigh. Still there are only so many places Bar could be hiding, right? It's not like this place leads to innumerable worlds or anything.

The question gets a nod even if Stitch doesn't get the reference.

[mnt_raph]

Raph chuckles.

"That's some sick shit, that is. An' people wonder why I ain't been down in for-freakin'-ever."

Someone is pleased by the inconvenience of others.

[mnt_raph]

"Not that I've seen. 'Course, I ain't really been lookin'. She's quieter than Mike is, an' I'm kind of diggin' the vacation from his yappin'."

[evil_koala_626]

Despite being slightly spooked concerned by the prospect of a wandering Bar, Stitch snickers quietly as well. Snickering is contagious.

"Bar's not here?" He offers a shrug and points to the doorway. No real point in sticking around then. He's on a mission.

[mnt_raph]

Raph shrugs in return. Not caring if the freakish blue thing stays or goes. He's got quiet and a whole crap load of magazines to get through.
It's the simple things, really.

"Not that I've seen. 'Course, I ain't really been lookin'. She's quieter than Mike is, an' I'm kind of diggin' the vacation from his yappin'."

[evil_koala_626]

"Emba-chua." Whatever, dude.

Stitch turns and scuttles towardthe door, nose close to the ground.

[mnt_raph]

"Yeeeaaah, right back'atcha. Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Sheesh, weirdies.

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch grumbles a few choice words about the man's grandmother as the door closes.