Harlem picked up her familiar and cradled him in her arms.
“I, Stitch,” the blue furry creature told her. She wasn’t quite sure what he was but she could not hide the fact that she thought he was the most adorable creature ever.
“I am Harlem,” she says with a smile while pressing her nose to his. Harlem stroked her Stitch while he looked around. He was about the size of an infant and was about the weight of one too. She pet his blue fur and dug into her pocket of her jacket to take out the small doll that had always given her comfort. Stitch was all but shaking from anxiety because of the many faces, scents, and sounds and so Harlem was going to give him the thing that always gave her the courage to smile.
“Mine?” Stitch croaks although he had already taken the doll and was now cuddling it.
“Yes yours,” Harlem said, happy that she could make her familiar happy. She couldn’t feel the happy tears from spilling from her eyes as she hugged Stitch closer to her. He was hers, all hers, and already she felt so fiercely protective of him. 

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[hider=What Stitch currently looks like]
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[hider=What Stitch will evolve into]
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