#workingthecrowd

As soon as the ship reached the mainland, Stitch figured he probably should get out of bed. He'd never been in Texas before but that wasn't a worry as long as there were people and those people had short fuses. Everything was bigger in Texas and he figured that would apply the same to the amount of anger and frustration he could stir up. Unfortunately things like that would have to wait. He made a deal after all. And damnit he really wanted that large rainbow lolipop. 

With a protesting groan he raised himself out of bed, leaving the blankets where they lay - because really, who has time for that shit - and pulling on a simple T-shirt and shorts. Texas was supposed to be hot, right? Whatever. He'd find out later. He hadn't been on board long enough to trash his half of the room so finding his ukulele case was easy enough and after slipping on a pair of navy blue flip-flops, Stitch lugged it up into his arms and exited the room in favor of the main hallway. 

The ship was so new and all the doors across the hall looked the same. His Mistress hadn't given the luxury of what room she was in and Stitch had no idea if she was even in her room. So after he found the right name beside the right door he was already a little agitated. Now most people would gingerly rap on the door and wait patiently for it to be answered but because he was Stitch and because he enjoyed annoying his Mistress more than anyone else on the ship at this point, he pounded his fist against the door, stopping only to shout

"Tia! Tia! Hey, Tia! Tiiiiaaaa! Are you in there?! Tia!"