Getting too old for this...

Your name is Stitch, and you're tired and sore and fed up with everyone's shit and it's not even 10-o-clock yet. Today is gonna be just great. ((Dependant RP blog for the survivor's timeline)) M!A: None, but accepting

[cottoncandycummies-deactivated2]

eh i got one of those faces you know

people always think they know me

[mendingtime-blog]

Uh-huh.

Anyways, Shade, it's been nice talking, but I got things to do and Imma go do them.

[mendingtime-blog]

==> You knock on Stitch's door with your not-infected hand. "Hello?"

You’d just finished washing up your hands when you hear the knock at the door and a muffled, quiet voice.

"Door’s unlocked," you call, putting your glasses on, "let yourself in."

[sixoclockandtimetodie]

You do as he says, opening the door and letting yourself into his main room, the  medical bay. "I, uhm." you feel a little bit awkward in this room. It’s big, for one thing. For another, the effigies are in here, and those just sort of…well. It’s a different kind of juju than your own. And it’s Stitch’s room, which is the main issue. You’re not. You’re not afraid of him, per se. But you’re definitely intimidated by him.  And you can’t help but feel a bit stupid for standing here, like this, right now. Like you’re wasting his time. It took you a lot of dithering to even send him a message asking for help, and it took you more to actually come up here. "So, uhm. I’m here."

[mendingtime-blog]

You appear a moment later from the bathroom, shuffling your way over to the movable bed sitting more or less in the center of the room. "Glad to see you found the place okay," you say, patting the sheets as you pass by, "come take a seat if you'd like, don't think this'll take very long..."

Then you turn your back to your patient and pull out a drawer, retrieving a pair of gloves. "They say it's a shame we can't fix everything via effigy," you say to him, pulling the gloves on carefully, "but this was what I went to school for. Never thought doctors would be outdated one day..."

[cottoncandycummies-deactivated2]

sorry pal didn’t mean no harm

nope i am definitely not the same person

i’m shade

[mendingtime-blog]

...Well okay then.

Nice to meet you, Shade, people call me Stitch.

You look awfully familiar...

[mendingtime-blog]

==> You knock on Stitch's door with your not-infected hand. "Hello?"

You'd just finished washing up your hands when you hear the knock at the door and a muffled, quiet voice.

"Door's unlocked," you call, putting your glasses on, "let yourself in."

[cottoncandycummies-deactivated2]

no worries oldster

hostility’s a perfectly good response to a candyfuck

theyre dangerous as hell

apparently “I” am one

thats new

[mendingtime-blog]

Can we not call me 'oldster' or any variation of that, please. I'm reminded of my age every time I look in the mirror or throw out my back, I'm well aware.

I'm

I was confused before but now even more so. Are you the same person?

[mendingtime-blog]

Hey, uh. Stitch. Do you have any good antiseptics? My herbs aren't working, and uh. My middle finger is sort of swelling up.

:I Oh dear.

Come by the shop, I’ll see what I can do.

[sixoclockandtimetodie]

Yes. I got little studs embedded in them. They’re quite lovely, but the one on my middle finger seems to be infected.

[mendingtime-blog]

Sounds interesting, I've never seen anyone with pierced fingers before.

Come over whenever you're ready, I'll get set up in the mean time.

[thexluckiestxofxfour-deactivate]

Heard you were having some baby blues. Need some help?

PLEASE!I NEED TO GET THEM TO STOP FROM CRAWLING EVERYWHERE!

[thexluckiestxofxfour-deactivate]

Yeah, Leanne is a really big eater. Even when he just hatched from his egg he was already looking for food! *When you were done feeding the baby you were holding, you put him on your bed and pick up one of the other babies and start feeding him. The other babies begin whining even more and are on the verge of crying* Hus hush babies, wait your turns! You’re all going to get your food!

[mendingtime-blog]

Oh no, the poor things... You wish you had more hands.

Once Leanne is finally slowing down, you pick him up and burp him before laying him down next to his brother on the bed. 

You take a moment to crack your back before reaching down to pick up another hungry baby, god there were just so many of them!

"And this one was... Emile, you said?" you inspect the little leprechaun as he eagerly grabs for the bottle in your hand, and notice a little green ribbon around his tail.

[mendingtime-blog]

Hey, uh. Stitch. Do you have any good antiseptics? My herbs aren't working, and uh. My middle finger is sort of swelling up.

:I Oh dear.

Come by the shop, I’ll see what I can do.

[sixoclockandtimetodie]

Yes. I got it pierced, so uhm. That’s probably  where it came from.

[mendingtime-blog]

You pierced your... finger.

Never heard of that before, but okay.

Should be simple enough to fix.

[mendingtime-blog]

♗♖♟☁☂♨

How to attract the Stitch: He's never been good at picking up romantic signals, even more so now. If someone wanted to date him, they would have to make the first move and be very direct, otherwise it'd fly right over Stitch's head.

A guilty pleasure: In an effort to become more 'hip to the jive' Stitch started checking out the chart-topping music of today, and it's slowly started to grow on him. He's a bit pissed that he can't seem to find Nikki Minaj on vinyl.

Something he admires: He's always admired how cheerful Clover seems, despite their line of work.

Something that makes him sad: There's a lot of things that upset him, actually, but he's very good at hiding it. The biggest thought that plagues his mind is how he isn't perfect and can't heal every kind of wound. He's incredibly hard on himself, and if he makes a mistake, it eats him up inside.

Something he wants to protect: His fellow felts are his life, even if he's not usually too warm towards them. If somebody died on his watch, I don't know what he would do.

A way to relax: if you know how to give a good massage and can convince Stitch to accept one, he will practically become one with whatever surface he's laying on.

[mendingtime-blog]

♖ ♨

A guilty pleasure: I dunno if this counts but Stitch sometimes calls people in for more checkups than is necessary after patching them up, just because he gets lonely. 

Mind you there's nothing erotic about it, he just wants a friend.

A method of relaxation: There's a little balcony attached to Stitch's room, and he loves to sit out there at night and look at the stars. If desert nights weren't so cold, he might fall asleep out there.

[mendingtime-blog]

♖

(but of course)

A guilty pleasure: While Stitch does need pain killers to help him function, he sometimes takes a bit more than is necessary. He would never admit to that, though.

He's secretive about how much he drinks as well. But he only does that at night.

[greys-isabel]

Send me a...

♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection ♖ for on of my muses guilty pleasures ♞ for something that my muse wants to do ♟ for something my muse admires ☁ for something that make my muse sad ☂ for something my muse wants to protect ♨ for something that relaxes my muse

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[mendingtime-blog]

Hey, uh. Stitch. Do you have any good antiseptics? My herbs aren't working, and uh. My middle finger is sort of swelling up.

:I Oh dear.

Come by the shop, I’ll see what I can do.

[sixoclockandtimetodie]

Uhm. Stitch. Please never use that face again. I feel like it’s staring into my soul.

[mendingtime-blog]

I thought it looked friendly, sorry about that.

Anyways, let me have a look at that finger. Swelling's never a good sign.

[mendingtime-blog]

Hey, uh. Stitch. Do you have any good antiseptics? My herbs aren't working, and uh. My middle finger is sort of swelling up.

:I Oh dear.

Come by the shop, I’ll see what I can do.

[sixoclockandtimetodie]

Huh. Thank you. Wait, did you just use an emoticon?

[mendingtime-blog]

Is that not what people do on here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[mendingtime-blog]

@princesssawtruck 

There's a face I haven't seen in a while, how've you been, Sawbuck?

[cottoncandycummies-deactivated2]

Hello to you too, sugar.

[mendingtime-blog]

Hello, sir.

Please pardon my initial hostility, I hear from a couple of my colleagues that you're not dangerous.

[contaminatedsuitandtie]

mendingtime started following you

[contaminatedsuitandtie]

  I do, to a certain degree that is.

 Glad to hear that the felt are still running around injuring themselves. Being a house doctor is more difficult than I think I’m guessing.

[mendingtime-blog]

Yeah you have no idea.

And I think it's wonderful that misfortune warms your heart, at least something does.

I'll be on my way now.