ohana means famaree (stitch-cest) (nsfw)

chapter 3: stitch is hungry :)

Stitch's families celebrations that year mostly consisted of BDSM*, wine, (and arguably the best activity) Jew burning and skin smelting into common furniture. They then took the item they just made and burnt it in a bonfire, stating that no Jew was worthy of being their furniture. This was of course all done in their white ceremonial robes. A couple people stood up and said a speech.

His craving was not satisfied, but he learned how to suppress it.

That days celebrations where now over. The family members where now taking off their ceremonial robes and heading back to their assigned cabins. Stitch glanced over to Danito, who was several paces ahead of him. He walked to his cabin in silence as the thought of tender pork and a buttered tortilla, sense he hadn't had anything to eat sense the blacks. He pushed open the glass door to his and Danito's cabin and paced into the rectangular kitchen. He opened the fridge and glanced to the left where he saw the door to his/Danito's room cracked open. Through that gap he could she Danito sitting on the bed and smiling at her phone. Seeing her cute, chubby face light up made him happy and he smiled. He looked back at the fridge. He took out the tortilla and butter, and then got the pork he made yesterday. The pan was already out, so Stitch turned up the heat to medium and placed his tortilla on the pan. He waited. Stitch took the fried tortilla and put it on a paper plate. He used a knife to spread a thin layer of butter on the tortilla. He then took the pork and spread it around. He rolled the spread up and took a bite. An instant wave of pleasure washed over his body. In fact, he felt so much pleasure he couldn't hear Danito say something to him. Stitch heard a door shut. He turned around, then looked towards his wrap again. He ate in silence, thinking about Danito. When he finished he threw away his trash and headed towards his room. Time moved slow as he thought about how he would approach and talk to Danito. What if she didn't want to talk to him? What if she doesn't like him? What if she doesn't want to spend time with him? He reached for the doorknob and swing the door open. "Hey Dani-" he stopped dead. His eyes grew wide and his cheeks turned cherry red. And there she was. Undressed and snorting a line of cocaine and crushed up ketamine.

*Bible Disscussion and Study Meet