Post by lilo on Sept 10, 2012 0:12:58 GMT -5
"Hey! Leggo!"
You'd think that Lilo had grown beyond the whole being picked up in one hand and looked at strangely thing. She was past fourteen years old now, hardly the little girl that she'd been when she'd first met Stitch and the rest of the aliens. Sure, she was hardly what you'd call "large," much to her dismay, but still, you'd think she'd be beyond this.
She thrashed a bit, squirming in an attempt to get out of the meaty grip of the guy who held her. "I didn't have anything to do with that thing you keep mentioning!" she insisted, waving her hands emphatically.
"You tried to shave my head!"
"It was a necessary precaution!" said Lilo, turning to look back at the guy. "I thought you were a werewolf, and I needed a hair sample."
"Are you crazy?"
"Of course not!" insisted Lilo. There was more thrashing, and then she crossed her arms, tapping fingers along her forearms. "you'd think you'd be happy."
"Why would I be happy that you--"
"Well, you're not a werewolf, are you?" Lilo pointed out, turning and giving her captor a superior look. The guy responded with grumbling, bringing his hand up to rub at his face. It involved something about being at war and still having to deal with idiot girls or something. He gave Lilo a shake and then loudly declared that he was taking her to the security office.
"No way!" protested Lilo, craning her neck to try and bite the hand that held her. "That Commander Vimes guy works for the Illuminati! He's a secret service agent and he's creeeepy!"
"Tough; you shaved my head."
"I told you! That was because i thought you were a werewolf! It's a service!" insisted Lilo. This apparently wasn't working for the guy, because he kept moving anyway. Lilo struggled for a bit, before going completely and utterly limp. The guy sighed, gave Lilo another tug, and then looked at some of the people.
"Can someone give me a hand here? she's being difficult..."
You'd think that Lilo had grown beyond the whole being picked up in one hand and looked at strangely thing. She was past fourteen years old now, hardly the little girl that she'd been when she'd first met Stitch and the rest of the aliens. Sure, she was hardly what you'd call "large," much to her dismay, but still, you'd think she'd be beyond this.
She thrashed a bit, squirming in an attempt to get out of the meaty grip of the guy who held her. "I didn't have anything to do with that thing you keep mentioning!" she insisted, waving her hands emphatically.
"You tried to shave my head!"
"It was a necessary precaution!" said Lilo, turning to look back at the guy. "I thought you were a werewolf, and I needed a hair sample."
"Are you crazy?"
"Of course not!" insisted Lilo. There was more thrashing, and then she crossed her arms, tapping fingers along her forearms. "you'd think you'd be happy."
"Why would I be happy that you--"
"Well, you're not a werewolf, are you?" Lilo pointed out, turning and giving her captor a superior look. The guy responded with grumbling, bringing his hand up to rub at his face. It involved something about being at war and still having to deal with idiot girls or something. He gave Lilo a shake and then loudly declared that he was taking her to the security office.
"No way!" protested Lilo, craning her neck to try and bite the hand that held her. "That Commander Vimes guy works for the Illuminati! He's a secret service agent and he's creeeepy!"
"Tough; you shaved my head."
"I told you! That was because i thought you were a werewolf! It's a service!" insisted Lilo. This apparently wasn't working for the guy, because he kept moving anyway. Lilo struggled for a bit, before going completely and utterly limp. The guy sighed, gave Lilo another tug, and then looked at some of the people.
"Can someone give me a hand here? she's being difficult..."