#temporal tailor

You honestly cannot believe this. 

How is everything suddenly falling apart around you, and how are you supposed to hold it all up. You may be a man of many talents, but even you have your limits. With Stitch being one of the only other respected members in this motley crew of imbeciles, without him you have no idea how badly your reputation will go down the shitter. 

Sighing heavily, you slam your laptop closed and stand. Of course you have to take care of everything in the end, you're not quite sure why you thought to expect any differently. You pull on your gloves and forgo your coat as you leave your office, making the short trip down the hall and to where the no doubt drunk tailor will be. 

You knock twice, but enter, anyway, deciding that confronting him in person would be the best way to deal with this. Like always, though, you have your pistol tucked away in its holster. Just in case. 

chronicles of baby handy

yes i know she wasnt a baby when stitch was around

Though you were hoping to talk him the first night you were back, now is just as good. You imagine he has a lot of questions, and he's probably a little more than pissed, but you're just so happy to hear from him and see him. You have some things you want to talk about, something important that you've given a lot of thought two, and everything considered, you think you're finally ready for. 

If everything goes the way you plan, he won't be pissed for long. Now all you have to do is collect the courage to ask him. 

For now, though, you follow the familiar hallways to his workshop where you're sure he will be. You knock once if only for customs sake and push the door open slowly before descending the stairs with an apologetic look on your face.

Come see me, wouldja?

Stitch that's not work

You aren't terribly busy right now anyway, nothing that can't get done later, and from the looks of your dashboard, he could use the distraction. You think you've got just the thing in mind. 

On your way down, before you get to his workshop, you stop off in the kitchen and pour a glass of whiskey (you keep the bottle hidden). You figure this should cheer him up a bit. When you finally get to his workshop, you don't bother knocking.