Snippet #2132719

Stitch Sixtosis
Stitch rocked his head to the music blasting out of his headphones, the sound was deafening to him in such a close proximity,drowning all noise. He felt himself go into a slight trance as he listened to the music. Stitch felt himself slowly drift to sleep. He was shocked awake by the nightmares and bad thoughts, his mind plauged with the scary images of his fears playing out in his mind. Shaking his head he turned the music off, a slight buzzing ringing in his ears as he rubbed his eyes. For whatever reason he hadn't gotten much sleep last night, so now he felt significanly less energretic. But Listening to some good old Elvis Presley always made him feel better. He yawned as he walked out of the music shop. A familiar voice called him, "Good morning Stitch!" Stitch turned to find Mulan calling him as she walked towards him. Grinning Stitched waved back to her, "Hey, what's up Mulan? Morning. Did you already go for a run? I would have gone with you but... I couldn't, I doubt you'd want me hanging off you anyways." Smiling shyly, even with one of his good friends on the island he was a little socially awkward. "What are you planning to do today? I wouldn't want to be in your way."

Rob Hood

Rob grinned down at Wendy as she stuck her tongue out at him. He thought he could catch a glimpse of what he thought was a blush when she looked down before but just disregarded it. He looked at Gwen again with amused shock as he nudged him with her elbow, laughing slightly but just walked along. He sighed in content, smiling at the comfortable silence. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he looked down at Wendy, noticing she looked a little nervous. He felt slightly concerned, nudging her lightly with his elbow, smiling reassuringly at her, "Are you alright? You just don't seem as talkative as you usually are. Do I make you nervous?" Rob instantly wanted to take back the last question. How arragont could he be? "Err, I mean, you just seem nervous.