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Yondu wasn't the kind of person who woke up in a good mood. It usually took a while before he was ready to face everyone out there in the universe; But he was always awake before anyone else, which meant no one ever really saw him in this state. It was a million times harder to wake up in a good mood when someone was interrupting your sleep:
"Dad!"
He's just about ready shove Peter through the wall and tell him to fuck off.
"Dad!" The boy clambers on to the bed, nearly yanking the sheets off of it entirely, and shakes Yondu. "Look!"
"Peter," Yondu turns the other way, "Shut up, I'm sleeping."
"But--Look!"
The captain doesn't look, though. Instead, he blindly slings an arm around Peter and pulls the boy close to him, "Shhh, shut up."
"But I wanna show you something cool!"
"What?" Yondu finally lifts his head and Peter wiggles out from under his arm and slides off the bed. "Look what Stitch can do!"
Peter unclips his walkman from his belt and grabs Stitch's paw. Gently, he puts one of the alien dog's claws in the headphone port and hits play.
From the dog's open mouth, Hooked On A Feeling begins to flow.
"Lips as sweet as candy, the taste is on my mind…"
Peter closes Stitch's jaw; The music stops.
And then the dog opens his mouth again.
"…Girl you got me thirsty for another cup of wine!"
Yondu blinks a few times, "What the fuck..?"
"It's so cool!" Peter exclaims, removing Stitch's paw from the Walkman. "Oh, yeah, he can also do this other thing-- show him, Stitch!"
The blue fuzz ball hunches over and flexes.
A second set of arms sprout underneath the ones that are already there, antennae poke out from the between his large ears, and quill-like spikes poke out from his spine. Yondu stares.
"He can also spit acid! Wanna see?!"
"No!" Yondu sits up. "That'll burn a hole right through the floor!"
"Oh. Yeah...well...We're gonna go bother Horuz now!"
"Leave my crew alone!" Yondu shouts after the pair as the scamper off to cause trouble.
Stitch, Peter discovers, can lift up to, like, 1,000 times his weight.
Which makes playing games and messing with people a billion times better.
EVERYTHING was a billion times better when your partner in crime could lift you, throw you, and scale walls. It was amazing.
"Go, Stitch! Run!" Peter screeches as he dashes away from Horuz and Akim, who were hot on his trail.
"I'll skin ya alive, ya little brat!" Horus shouts.
"Ya can't even catch me!" Peter taunts, sticking his tongue out and waving his arms above his head. Stitch uses one pair of arms to hold on to Peter's jacket as he hauls himself up the wall and Peter continues to taunt Horuz and Akim, who get further away with each second.
"I don't hafta!" Horus spits, unhooking a blaster from his side and aiming it upward. Peter shrieks, high pitched and ugly, and Akim leaps forward to pull the gun from Horuz's grip.
"Whoa, man--hey! He's just a kid, he does this all the time! Don't kill him!" Akim says, pulling the other man's hand down. "Chill."
"I wasn't gonna kill him," Horuz says, watching as Peter and Stitch make their escape through a high-up vent. "I was just gonna teach him a lesson."
"Please," Akim rolls his eyes. "You'd rather cut both your own legs off than hurt Peter, and you know it. Now, let's get out of here before the captain even finds out that you even dared to point a gun at his golden child."
"Right..." Horuz gives another glance at the vent, then hooks the gun back in place. "This doesn't mean I won't punt him across the room next time he decides to mess with me."
"I know. C'mon."
"We make a great team," Peter says, crawling with stitch right beside him.
The blue not-dog nods with a sharp-toothed grin.
"Who else can we mess with?"
Stitch shrugs. As long as their causing trouble and destroying things, he doesn't care who they mess with.
"Oh, let's go mess with Kraglin!" Peter exclaims, crawling faster in the direction of the hangar.
Jus as he expects, Kraglin's working on his ship. Stitch drops out of the vent, then catches Peter when the boy does the same.
"Hey, Ugly!" Peter calls, walking over toward the ship.
"Peter," Kraglin greets, standing up. He nods toward the blue dog beside him. "Stitch."
"Are you still trying to fix that ugly ship of yours!?"
Kraglin rolls his eyes. "Did you come here to actually keep me company or are you here to be annoying, Brat?"
"Neither!" Peter crosses his arms. "I'm just showing my best friend around!" He uncrossed his arms to hug Stitch tightly.
"I thought I was your best friend?"
"No!" Peter shakes his head. "You're a jerk to me and you only care about your stupid ship and girls! And you're ugly!"
"So you replaced me with a gross dog!?"
Stitch snarls , pouncing at Kraglin, but Peter grabs the dog's large ears to hold him back. "He's not a gross dog! He's my friend and you're just jealous!"
"Im not jealous."
"Yes you are!" Peter smirks. "You're jealous because Stitch is my best friend now. And he's a better Ravager than you! And he probably had a ship before you did!"
"And you're annoying." Kraglin scoffed.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you suck at flying! I bet my dog could fly better than you! And faster!"
"You wanna bet?"
Stitch and Peter nod simultaneously.
"Then let's fucking race. If your dog wins, I'll give you 50 units. If I win, you gotta cough up every last unit you got, Pete." Kraglin stuck his thin hand out toward the boy. "Deal?"
Peter looks at Stitch, who eagerly nods in agreement.
"Deal." Peter takes Kraglin's hand, making sure to shake it extra hard in hopes of pulling his arm out of it's socket. "We will race you."