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Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

Sparkle was trying on pretty clothes.

See, the thing about yesterday was that, while his jeans and t-shirts and whatever looked just fine on a girl if you were looking to pass yourself off as the kind of girl who didn't give a shit about what people thought of you, it didn't have that... that... That 'I'm a person who wants to be noticed' look, quite the same way it did when he was wearing it as a guy. When he was wearing his own clothes as a girl, he didn't look punk. He mostly just looked like a slob.

Ugh, double-standards.

And so, today, he was merrily poking around the store, picking up bras and underwear and skirts and shoes and shirts and dresses and- look, it wasn't every day you turned into a woman, and he'd argue with anyone who had a problem with it that he'd be around here long enough, probably, that he'd have to dress himself as a girl again someday anyway.

So. Sparkle was trying on pretty clothes, and there was not a thing you could do to stop him.

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"I... well, yeah, I guess so." Sparkle, you had to stop being so wise. It was confusing. "Huh. That really makes a lot of sense."

"Sometimes I do that, yeah. Fucking weird, isn't it?"

Sparkle, stop grinning like that.

Alec flushed, fiddling with his hands some more. "I didn't mean it like that," he said. He had a pretty good idea that Sparkle was joking, though, so he let it go. "Anyway, thanks for the clothes. Let me pay for that now and then you can start on the hair?"

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"That sounds like a plan," Sparkle agreed, and the only thing keeping him from bouncing over to the counter was the fact that he was still wearing those heels. He liked not breaking his neck, yes. "I don't really have like hairspray or anything here, so I'll probably just keep the hair simple today. Did you see what I did to Cade's yesterday? Something like that?"

Alec thought back to yesterday's common room. "The braid, you mean? That... will definitely help keep it out of my face, so I'm on board with that." He gave a sheepish half-shrug. "It's actually really hard to shoot with hair in your face. Or... do anything, really."

"Shoot, huh?" Sparkle's gaze flicked back, briefly, to those tattoos and scars as he rang in Alec's purchases. They were intriguing, really. "What kind of shooting?"

"What?" Alec, keep up. "Oh. I... my bow? I just train with it, I didn't mean... shooting anything in particular. Lately. Just targets and tree trunks. In general."

All through that super-eloquent rambling, he was thumbing through his wallet for bills, which he then set down on the counter for Sparkle. "There you go."

Wasn't he smooth?

Oh, Alec. It would have been enough to make a lesser man swoon, truly.

"Hey, training's fine," Sparkle decided, picking up those bills and making a face at them before kind of awkwardly flipping through the damn things.

Credit, people. When you had currency that all looked damn near exactly the same, credit was awesome.

"I was just curious if it was, like, a bow or a gun or what. A bow's cool. I mean, I've never seen one in person or anything, but it's real like... Robin Hood or something."

Sigh, Stiles. Just because American bills didn't have children riding on mooseback...

Alec's eyes lit up, and he quit fiddling with his hands for the first time since putting down his wallet. "Oh, it's -- I mean, I love it," he admitted, flushing just a bit. "I've used a lot of different weapons? But there's nothing like a bow, in my experience. They're just so precise and efficient."

Neeeeerd.

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Hey, hey now. Canadian bills had hockey sticks on them from time to time, sure, but children riding on moose was one thing that hadn't happened!

Yet.

"Something I've never had a chance to learn," Sparkle admitted, though there was a small hint of triumph in his voice as he noticed how this particular topic seemed to appeal to Alec more than any of the other ones they'd poked at. "I can pick a lock or swing a fist, sure, but... I dunno, I get the feeling that baseball bats don't really count. Or that dagger I never needed to use that technically I don't think I ever really had..."

Sparkle was very cavalier about that Umbridge reality. He'd had a shitload of scars there, maybe, but overall it hadn't been much of a disappointment compared to the rest of his life.

"Oh, right, I forgot that was you." A real quick one, our Alec. "But. If you ever want to learn, I could show you? It's... okay, it actually is pretty difficult, but you'd get the hang of it. Most likely."

"Sound a little less sure of that," Sparkle teased, shaking his head a bit. "Hey, if you're game to teach me, I'm not going to complain. Can't hurt to learn, right?"

This skill would truly serve him well in downtown Toronto, sure!

"Not if you do it right," Alec agreed. Rhetorical question, Alec. "Anyway, it's only fair. You braided my hair, I'll... teach you how to shoot a bow."

Totally fair trade.

"Cool," Sparkle decided after a moment spent thinking that one over. "Yeah. Definitely cool. Looking forward to it, even."

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