drjumba:

His brow furrowed and his lip curled. Pulling one of the suitcases out, he managed to pull out even more wine. What on Earth? What was he doing with aged wine bottles? He placed one of two aside on the kitchen table, uncorking it with his bare hands.

Doubting that she’d question it, he poured the last bit from the first bottle into his mug, then mixed the contents of the second. “Careful, Nani. Vouldn’t want to make yourself teeter like see-saw!” His eyes narrowed, and then he snorted and cackled openly, before downing the contents of the mug. His pupils grew a little dilated, clearly having some effect from the alcohol. He was definitely past tipsy at this point. “Are you sure you can even STAND?” What a question to ask. The alien was a bit wobbly himself.

“I vonder vhat Pleakley vould say.” He said out loud, his better judgement going out the window. Now his voice was really slurred, changing in pitch once or twice. His grin was crooked, and his cheeks turned red. “He vould probably be disappointed. OH VELL! Am not caringk! You are only livingk once!” 

“Where did..? Ugh! Cheater.”
She waved him off with a slightly lopsided grin and held up her glass, “One more. Do it.”

She wobbled slightly on her feet, and flushed beneath her mask. She grumbled to herself, she was FINE. No teetering involved! In fact, she felt amazing, like she could dance! And everything was warm, too! Why not? In fact, she should dance right now.

She spun in a circle, and jabbed him in the ribs, “‘M waiting! An’ I can stand! I can even SPIN! I’ll do it again!”

She spun, and crashed into him, “Poops!”

(Source: one-fond-embrace)

drjumba:

Jumba sniffed, before staring at her, tipping the mug slightly, but he noticed it was empty.

“All of it? Well, yes-“

He blinked and noticed something. His voice was already slurred. NOT a good sign; no one had really seen Jumba drunk. Thankfully he wasn’t a mean one, more of a “not-care-about-anything-and-be-giggly” kind. It was unusual to see him in such a state, but he didn’t hesitate to pour himself another glass. Or rather, another huge mug.

“Hah! Is okay, Nani- vhen you are feelingk too woozy, you could just be givingk up!”

She snorted, and raised a brow, “No way, pal. Hand it here-” And waited for him to finish pouring, because she was at least polite. She then proceeded to snatch the bottle, and poured another glass- About a third remained now.

She drank it, then sputtered, “Oh, Je-eeeze,” she caught herself, and blinked, “That’s a taste. Hmngh.” She shook her head, and scowled, before draining it,

“I am not just going to give up.”

She gave him a look:

“I do not just give up, got it?” and finished her second glass.

(Source: one-fond-embrace)

drjumba:

Jumba cracked another grin, hiding it with one of his huge hands. “You are meaningk brainfreeze? Ah, is simple cure to zhat- you simply press tongue firmly to roof of mouth. Perhaps you should to try it sometime.” He was rather proud to share this information, as a lot of people forgot about it often. At her last comment he humphed and snorted. “Well, is perfect size for rest of body! Maybe you are just too small!” He was joking, of course.

“Perhaps- you know, you could just press left button and turn up dial to number ‘2’ and cork remover vill work automatically.” He demonstrated it for her briefly before setting the contraption down. “Is simple.”

He watched her sip the wine, unable to help but grab the bottle and pour a glass of his own. For his size, he filled his coffee mug with the wine, the bottle now half-empty. He gulped the beverage down effortlessly before returning to consuming the half-eaten tub of frozen dairy product, letting out a minor belch between munches. “Is bit strong.”

“Also-” He added, quietly, “I vill not be leavingk until Saturday. Am just preparingk early.”

Nani looked relieved, “Saturday’s..Better.” And nodded, before pausing:

“Di- Did you just drink all of that?” She gaped momentarily, before draining her glass, and wiping her mouth,

“Well! TWO can play at THAT game! Too small my- My- My butt!”

She folded her arms and huffed, slightly dizzy. Wow. Not used to drinking wine. World’s biggest light-weight. Maybe this is why she didn’t remember what happened after prom. Weird. She frowned, and wondered why her face itched as she tried to appear menacing, failing brightly in the wake of Jumba.

(Source: one-fond-embrace)

drjumba:

Jumba leaned against the door frame with an entire tub of cookie dough ice cream, enamored in the taste before he realized that Nani had noticed his appearance- not to mention the weight he was carrying, both figuratively and literally. He blinked, slowly, nostrils flaring and his shoulders sagged just a bit. He stared at Nani, unable to help but crack a small grin. What the heck was that soggy paste on her face? It looked ridiculous; he never understood Earth folk and their strange rituals.

“I vas bringingk suitcases to ship but- I think I vill stay extra few minutes because I vould like to know what in world happened to your face?“ 

He cleared his throat, thinking now was not a good time to make a joke. “Vell, uh. I’m… goingk. To think about things. For short time. I will come home. After all, we are ‘ohana, no?” He felt a lump form in his throat.

“Nobody is gettingk left behind.” 

He felt terrible. This wasn’t even the real reasons he was leaving, taking time off. It was more or less to grieve, and he needed it. It could last a day, it could last months; even he didn’t know. Pleakley was gone, and he felt a void in his body that was eating him from the inside out, and nothing was filling the emptiness that consumed him. Nothing at all. It was the worst feeling he had ever experienced, and he had not a clue what to do about it.

The only option he could come up with was isolation.

His eyes focused on what she was holding, blurred by something momentarily. When he blinked he realized he’d just fought back tears, and was thankful that they hadn’t pushed any farther. Like hell he’d let anyone other than Pleakley see him cry.

“I left all necessities in farthest drawer to left in kitchen… if zhat is helpingk at all.”

He shoved another bite of the ice cream in his mouth, lips pressing into a line.

Nani scoffed, “It is a MUD mask! And don’t eat so much at much,” Her mother hen-mode clicked on, “You’ll get an ice cream headache! Although,” she tilted her head and looked remarkably like Lilo for a fleeting instant, “You have an awfully big head.”

She nudged him lightly and smiled, “Thanks.” She set down the strange object and moved to find the actual wine corker, and sighed with relief. She grinned at him, “Whatever that other thing is, I’m keeping it. Maybe it’ll give you incentive to come back sooner, huh?”

She wandered back and uncorked the wine, nodding, “Time…Time is good.” She looked at the bottle quietly, and poured herself a glass. She shrugged gently, “Just know we’ll uh, be thinking of you. O’hana.”

She nodded firmly, and lifted the glass quietly. “Cheers, huh?”

She waved it at him, before leaning back on the counter and sipping it. She wrinkled her nose, and set it down, making a face, “Oof! This is why I usually don’t do this.”

(Source: one-fond-embrace)

drjumba:

The house was hauntingly quiet, Jumba observed, as he silently packed his bags, the door to his and Pleakley’s bedroom wide open. The top bunk where he slept was surprisingly made, sheets bleached and smelling a pleasant fragrance of detergent and cleanliness; that was a rarity. He’d normally left it a mess, to be scolded by Pleakley for not being tidy as he should be in the house. Right now, though, Jumba wasn’t concerned about that.

He knew Lilo was gone for the time being, and Stitch was probably with her, as the two were inseparable. He sighed heavily, flexing his stubby fingers before clipping the suitcase full of his belongings shut. He didn’t leave a single thing behind, not an article of clothing or a piece of technology, that was his. He felt like he was moving out when he really wasn’t, needing some time of his own. His head pounded and he grunted, clutching his forehead with one hand, closing two of his eyes and clenching his teeth. 

There was that feeling of immeasurable guilt, anger, and loneliness again. The silence and lack of chaos that usually went on in the Pelekai residence was so normal that silence had become… abnormal. He’d been so used to it before, living in the lab on his own; even the basement hadn’t sufficed as a proper substitute. Not completely. It killed the growl, but it certainly didn’t feed the hunger. The silence caused his mind to wander, which didn’t lead to very good things, and he shut his eyes tightly and tried to push the negative thoughts away.

Hobbling out of the room, Jumba tripped over his own feet while going down the stairs, nearly stumbling, making enough noise to startle whoever was around. He certainly didn’t look happy, and he didn’t even notice Nani on the couch as he briskly headed into the kitchen.

Maybe there was a tub of ice cream for comfort food.

Nani turned in the kitchen, wineglass in her mouth, bottle in hand, and paused, staring at Jumba like a deer in headlights. Very, very carefully, she took the glass from her mouth, set it on the counter, and held up her hands, still holding the bottle,

“I can explain. Uh-“
She stopped, and blinked at the suitcases. She furrowed her brow and set the bottle down slowly with great care, stepping forward carefully as she moved to wipe her brow. Mud smeared the back of her hand, and she stepped forward with a careful set of squeaks- Embarrassed and annoyed, she kicked the separators from her toes. She gestured to the suitcase, and her voice lowered with concern,

“Are— Are you leaving?”

She blinked for a moment, a little dumbfounded. She wasn’t very good with abrupt leaving, and stepped back to retrieve the bottle. She shook her head and fussed in a drawer briefly, muttering to herself,

“That’s fine- Just- stay safe, okay?” She looked back quickly, and forced a smile, “Don’t be gone too long, huh? I’ll make too much extra food without you. No one’ll eat it.”

She located the cork-screw and paused. It was beeping and there was a light, and several other attachments glued to it. She turned slowly, and held it up,

“And help me figure out what you did with this, too, before you leave. You didn’t leave any other more of these around, right?”

She laughed nervously, and bit her lip, looking down slightly.

(Source: one-fond-embrace)

(Source: azseenontv, via drjumba)

Well, it was going to be a girls but now, it was just hers. Lilo was at a sleepover in the treehouse, and had requested specifically not to be disturbed because they were trying to contact ghosts. She had decided to leave it alone.

Flopping onto the couch, she sighed, a mud mask over her face, nails prepared for painting. She wasn’t any good at it, however, so she’d prepared plenty of remover and cotton balls.

Snuggling into the couch she leaned back— And was disturbed by how..Quiet it was. It was relaxing, and that felt strange. Usually there was Elvis or the television or something going on, breaking, crashing, or something. She exhaled, and furrowed her brow.

Maybe of Jumba or Pleakley were home, there’d be something to talk about. But for now? Just her, the TV, nothing on, a mud mask, two bottles of nail polish, and… 

Well. She did have a bottle of wine. It was going to be for cooking, but, maybe just a glass? She didn’t drink- Just not her thing- but… relaxing would be nice. And they had had a lot of people in the restaurant earlier. Why not?

She hauled herself off the couch, and wandered to the kitchen, toes splayed out between their separators as they walked. Who was gonna see?

likeordinarymen:

Er- Yeah. A while back, but uhm. It was raining- (She shuffles and frowns quietly, as she hugs her arms, shrugging) They went for a drive. 

[He doesn’t really understand what she means by a “drive”, but he can relate to the sentiment.] I-I lost my mother at a young age as well…but s-she, as I’m sure yours is, is at peace in Heaven. They never truly leave.

(Her eyes brimmed, and she smiled, wiping at them hastily. She took his hands quickly, and squeezed them, voice soft) Thank you. I appreciate your kindness—
Forgive me, have we met? I’m Nani. (She smiled hesitantly, and shrugged) I’m sorry we.. We couldn’t meet under happier circumstances, huh?

(Source: one-fond-embrace)

drjumba:

one-fond-embrace:

She used to sing us a song, to tell us to… remember, I guess.

I think I’m gonna need it, for.. tomorrow, and all.

…Ah.

*He’s silent for a long time, before moving over to Nani quietly. Without a word, he grabs her and hugs her. Knowing her, she needs it, and offering comfort is the least he can do at the moment. He can feel his own heart drop remembering the occasion.*

I’m so sorry, Nani.

‘Ohana is here for you, though. I vill always be here if you are needingk company.

Oof-! (She is startled, but hugs him back suddenly, clinging slightly. She sniffles, audibly, and leans her forehead into his arms, mumbling against them) Thanks, Jumba.

(She squeezes lightly, and smiles, choking up just a tad) It- It means a lot. Y-you- (Sniffle) Wanna have chocolate cake for dinner with us?

(Her voice cracks on the last part, and she sobs helplessly into his arm, flushing red. She’d done a good job, up ‘til that point.)