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Sparkle was a man on a mission at Demon Marcus today, humming as he rummaged through the footage from the security cameras in the store from last weekend.

Sure, it probably wasn't his place to do so. Sure, he was probably risking like some sort of fine or something just for tampering with this sort of shit, video of last weekend and all. But he wasn't looking to change anything. Not really.

He hit rewind again, watching thoughtfully as his past self sashayed around the store, a little clumsily at first, but then growing more confident on those high heels he'd borrowed, wearing that Prada like he owned it, and he shook his head a little.

"God damn I so would have hated me if I met me last weekend."

That wasn't going to stop him from rewinding and watching it over again, though. Because... screw it. Because he could.

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Because sometimes you don't want the punk kid coordinating your wardrobe.

Who is totally not breaking any rules or anything, shut up, he doesn't know what you're talking about.

Know who totally never broke rules? Alec. Know who had a bunch of hair ties and some shoes to return to Sparkle? Also Alec.

Not the clothes, though. He was keeping those.

"Hey."

"Alec, hey," Sparkle greeted, grinning up from the computer screen, which, you know, he was going to just deftly hit the power button on. No sashaying girl!Sparks for you, Alec! "What brings you to this neck of the woods? Looking to dress as pretty as a boy as you were as a girl last week?"

Sparkle could do pretty as a boy too, see? He was all... weirdly well-groomed and such, today.

Alec looked down at his... really terribly put-together combination of a ratty sweater and jeans. This was how he dressed pretty much daily. "What's wrong with this?" Alec. No. "No, I just wanted to return your... I'm not even sure what they're called. Elastics."

He emptied a handful of the hair ties in question onto the desk. "I figured they weren't really covered with the clothes and the shoes, so."

Oh, Alec. Alec honey no.

"Well, they could be," Sparkle replied, shrugging. "So far as shit I'll miss goes, a couple of rubber bands aren't really something I'm going to lose much sleep over. Not like my hair's long enough to pull back, like, ever."

Even as a girl it had been short enough to hold a spike, after all.

"Well, you could maybe-- if you sort of gathered up the spiky parts toward the back, or-- well, maybe not." Don't blush, Alec. "Still, they're yours."

"Well..." Sparkle shrugged his shoulders, holding his hands out for the elastics back. Why the hell not, then? "So, consider them returned. Now, are you going to stick around to visit for a bit, since you made it all the way here for a handful of rubber bands?"

"Is that allowed if I don't actually buy any clothes this time?" Alec, you were hopeless. Just hopeless.

Alec, you were getting Sparkle's eyebrow. See that eyebrow? He was raising it just for you.

"Who's going to chase you out?"

"Well, I thought you might have... policies." BUT APPARENTLY NOT. "...I guess the rules here might be about as strict as the ones at Wellspring."

Which was to say, completely lax. It was bizarre.

"You mean, like the whole damn island? So far as I can tell, the only real rules around here are, like, don't go kicking the crap out of people for no reason," Sparkle pointed out. "And even then, there are probably exceptions. Like, how it's probably totally okay so long as you're misunderstood and all you really need is a hug or something."

He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.

"God, I can't believe this place. It's crazy. So. Are you going to stick around and keep me company or not?"

Alec thought about the things he'd intended to do with his day (some training, maybe a late lunch in town). Then he thought about the opportunity to hang out with Sparkle some more.

"...Sure."

Well. That surprised even him, honestly.

"Is there anything I can help with around here?"

Truth be told, even Sparkle hadn't entirely been expecting that answer, and so he found himself leaning back and blinking at Alec for a moment while he digested it.

Huh. Once again, he was re-evaluating his opinion of the kid.

"You ever shop at a place that has a burn-barrel in the back for hideous stock?"

"...Not to my knowledge, no," Alec said slowly, glancing toward what he assumed was the back room. "Does it really?"

Huh. That was... special.

"Seriously," Sparkle agreed, nodding towards the back. "It's like, apparently they've never heard of returning ass-ugly crap back to the supplier or something? We just light that shit on fire and it is awesome."

... Little bit of a pyromaniac, here.

"Oh."

Now, Alec's first instinct was to be disapproving, because burning things was generally dangerous and usually against some kind of rule, but in this particular situation, it sounded like it wasn't just encouraged but actively required, and the barrel meant it was also probably safely contained. The logic of this made it really difficult to find something about the arrangement to complain about.

So Alec settled on, "So you... get to do that every week?"

"Whenever there's hideous crap in a shipment, anyhow," Sparkle agreed, sounding... kind of thrilled about that, yes. "So, more often than not. Some people just don't know how to dress themselves, you know?"

Not that he was talking about anybody in particular...

Excuse you, ratty sweaters and jeans were the most stylish combo in the whole world. Take a seat, brand-name fashion designers. Alec Lightwood's "slobby chic" look was... okay yeah no. It was terrible.

"I guess," Alec said uncertainly, stepping toward one of the mannequins critically. "Like... okay, you mean something like this?"

Well.

...

...

...

"Oh honey no."

Sparkle really didn't have any other words. There was a sort of mild horror in his voice, though. And something somewhere between concern and pity in his eyes.

"We don't burn that one, sweetheart. That one gets to stay."

"Oh." And here he'd thought he had so much potential as a fashion critic! "Well, what about... this scarf?"

Alec, stop it. Stop it now.

"Alec, baby, that's Armani."

And Sparkle now looked a little like he wanted to hold Alec to his bosom and mutter reassuring nothings to him while stroking his hair.

"Giorgio also gets spared from the burn-barrel. Trust me on this."

"Oh. I've... heard of that." WOW. CONGRATULATIONS, LIGHTWOOD. He glanced around, spotted four or five other things he might recommend burning, and then decided he wasn't likely to make any sudden progress with those either. "I might not be the best person for this."

"Probably not," Sparkle allowed, and then waved him over to a new shipment of things. Things! He rummaged around through the box and then pulled out a necktie. "What would you do with this, Alec? Think carefully."

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"I..." Okay, this was going to take some thought. Because maybe it was a trick! Maybe it was made by some fancy designer Alec had never heard of! Was there a Phone-A-Friend option for this game? Jace would probably know.

...Okay, he probably couldn't phone a friend.

"Not... wear it?"

WINNER!

"Oh my god there is hope for you yet," Sparkle decided, with a sigh of relief as he chucked the novelty necktie toward the back room. "Now, how about this?"

Hopefully also a no-brainer.

It probably wasn't a good sign that Alec actually had to take some time on this one. "Maybe if it was a different color?" he tried. "And there weren't so many holes?"

Wrong, Alec. WRONG.

"... I take everything back, you're hopeless," Sparkle sighed, shaking his head as he tossed the crocs toward the back room. "Are you good with a can of gasoline and a match, at least?"

Oh dear. "I... are we sure I'm allowed?" No, no, wait, that was the wrong answer. "I mean, yes, I know how to... do that. Sure."

BETTER.

How Alec managed to dress and feed himself day by day, Sparkle couldn't even imagine.

"Okay. So what we're going to do is, I'll pick out the stuff that needs to be burned," because Armani, "and then we can both put the gasoline into the barrel, and I'll even let you strike the match!"

Like a big boy!

"Okay." Look, that sounded much, much better than having to pick out clothes, okay? Alec was a demon hunter, not a fashion designer. "Let's do that."

Re-reading this boy's canon today, and I'm all full of wibble.

Someday I'll app a kid from a happy canon!

... And then I'll get bored and wander off or something. Sigh, me.

Ahahahahaha never going to happen.

I mean, look at me. "This time, I'll app some kind of snarky but fun scoundrel type!" ... "Who was kind of addicted to killing and torturing people at some point in his life and is faking half of the scoundrel persona! Yeah, that sounds better."

Or, "This time, I'll app a happy, clumsy girl!" ... "Who will grow up to become the universe's most terrifying information broker and become embroiled in an attempted galactic genocide of epic proportions!"

THERE'S NO ESCAPING THIS, SHANNON.

OH I KNOW.

I mean, out of my kids on the island, Sparkle is the one with the future that pans out to be the least bleak. And that includes a mental breakdown and a certainty of five to ten years in prison. o.o

BUT THESE ISSUES. THEY'RE CHEWY AND I NEED THEM. I NEEEED THEM.

Ahahaha. Oh, man. Peter's the one with the actually-shiny future and it involves repeated attempts on his life, several world wars, and a concentrated if ultimately successful campaign on his end to take over the world...

Mmmm, issues and ambition.

Aren't they delicious? This one here has issues that are... pretty much what I figured they would be, and that chunk of his canon didn't even exist yet when I apped him.

Hell, it's not quite finished yet now.

I think perhaps we have a radar for it? "Oh, this one is going to be rough! LET'S DO THIS."

I pretty much pick mine these days based on, "Do they have lovely, fucked-up canon I can put them through later that will break them up and fundamentally change the way they act and/or are perceived? YES LET'S GO."

I figure that's probably why I lean Marvel so hard these days. I mean, if they don't break the entire world at least twice a year or so, they're doing something wrong over there.

And now I'm learning that by going not only with Marvel, but with a title with Remender at the helm, I've pretty much leapt in with both feet and a sign on my back saying "punch me." Oh god it's so horrible AND I CANNOT BACK AWAY.

Oh, you secretly love it. Don't even try to front.

I cannot lie. I sob like a baby with an idiotic grin on my face so often over these kids.

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