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Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

Sparkle had not bothered to dress up all pretty today, no. He was in his usual sleeveless shirt and torn jeans, hair spiked and eyes with their usual highlight of kohl, with an ermine perched on one shoulder, and a black kitten clinging to the other. If he was going to be stuck bringing one animal to work, he figured he might as well bring the second. At least he was keeping Velcro around by choice, unlike how he was currently stuck to Reyna on threat of pain.

And what better way to keep the animals occupied today than by dumping the both of them into the heap of clothes that was otherwise slated for burning? He could hold off on lighting fires until next week, just this once. Reyna decided almost immediately that the sheer amount of hideous socks was probably the closest to heaven that she'd ever be, and Velcro became instantly fond of a scarf that looked suspiciously like eggs and bacon.

"You two are hopeless," Sparkle informed them both, leaving them to their clothes pile in order to do some sock shopping of his own.

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Because you might have better taste than Sparkle, who knows?

Whose personal sock pile seems to include an alarming number of yellow ones.

Don't question a boy and his socks, damn you.

Kenzi had meant to do this last week, but she'd gotten ambushed by the hangover from celebrating with Toby. So. Thus. Yeah.

"Shiiiiny pretty clothes," she said, letting the meerkat on her shoulder down onto a counter.

He immediately started posing with a Hermes scarf around his neck.

"Looking good," Sparkle offered as he came around the corner with an armload of socks. Brightly-coloured socks, at that, because he could wear whatever the hell he wanted to on his feet, and nobody could stop him, either. "I think the pattern really brings out your fur, little buddy."

"Thanks, man," Kiril said, starting to wind it around his head.

Kenzi already had new earrings on, and was checking out a purse. "You were so not kidding about this place, God, if the owner weren't a demon--"

"You'd be doing five to ten inside a week if Bo didn't get you out," Kiril told her, picking up a bracelet and hanging it around his neck.

"Shush! Oh, Sparkle, Kiril, Kiril, Sparkle, and hey, how expensive are the socks?" What? Kenzi liked color. In doses!

"The socks are cheap as shit," Sparkle reported, dumping an armload down on the counter beside Kiril. Reyna immediately poked her head out of a different pile of socks, blinked, and then plodded her weaselly way across the counter to investigate the visitors.

Velcro continued merrily playing with his bacon scarf.

"Because I can afford cheap as shit. And being able to afford cheap as shit means that I get to survive my time as an employee here with all of my internal organs still internal-like, you get me?"

"Completely," Kenzi assured him, not about to tempt the wrath of somebody who had Sparkle that cautious. Then she started snickering as Reyna arrived. "Hey. Yours looks like mine."

"No we don't," Kiril told her, then looked over at Reyna. "Well. Same family. Meerkat and ermine."

"Mustelidae," Reyna agreed, standing up on her hind legs to get a better look at Kiril, and then flopping back down on all four in order to peer at what he was modelling. "We're related to otters and martens and skunks, too. More or less."

"More or less," Sparkle echoed, shaking his head at her. "You're still a sock-thief, though."

Reyna actually looked pleased at the accusation. She'd take recognition where she could get it, okay?

"Sock borrower?" Kenzi offered, thinking of Arietty making pajamas out of them. She grinned. "What, did she try to steal yours? Kiril, what are you going to... okay." A large chunky ring was now an anklet. "You look like a pimp."

"I look awesome!"

"Pimp Your Weasel," Sparkle mused, leaning forward to get a better look. "Why isn't my weasel as awesome as yours, anyhow? I woke up yesterday to see her ass-end hanging out of my sock drawer, and she spent most of yesterday in my backpack."

"I ate his lunch while I was in there," Reyna confided, picking through some fancy bracelets and then slipping one around her neck. "Is this my colour, would you say?"

"Try gold," Kenzi and Kiril chorused. Kenzi snickered as Kiril started sorting through the bin for more shinies. "And I dunno, I think he's awesome 'cause he's all 'don't worry be happy' but he claims he's never seen that movie."

"You haven't seen it, so I haven't seen it," Kiril pointed out, then grinned at Reyna. "You ate his lunch? Totally owed. Kenzi, you lock me up anywhere, I'm biting you on the ass. Literally."

"Hey! What is with the gratuitous threats?"

"They're weasels," Sparkle pointed out, watching Reyna swap out one bracelet for the next and then strike a pose. "I think 'gratuitous' is kind of what they do, isn't it?"

... And it wasn't what their humans were all about, Sparks?

That was one of Kenzi's many, many middle names, really.

"True, true. And hey, Reyna seems pretty cool. Aside from the sock-stealing. And who hasn't done that?" She picked up some Louboutins and started to try them on, sighing happily. "At least we didn't get stuck with horses. The way Bo did, jeez."

"Sympathies to Bo," Sparkle decided, "though a horse probably wouldn't have gone on a sock-stealing rampage, you know."

"I was burrowing," Reyna explained to Kiril, giving her head a shake and then creeping along the desk to check herself out in a compact mirror. Looking good! "It was the best burrowing spot on the room, you know."

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"She just leaves her clothes on the floor, so I can burrow into anything," Kiril commented. Picking up a handkerchief and considering it as a cape.

"Hey!"

"What? That's fact. Not critique."

"Oh." Kenzi shrugged, picking up a gorgeous dark maroon jacket, and trying it on. "Linebacker shoulders, or not?"

Sparkle leaned back against the counter, giving Kenzi a thoughtful once-over.

"Not too bad," he decided. "I think you could probably arm-wrestle maybe half the Toronto Argonauts," because as if he knew any other team, "while you're wearing that before you poop out. You don't have to worry too much until it becomes the whole team."

"You can tunnel in socks," Reyna pointed out, scampering back to the to-burn pile and then dragging them over to Kiril in order to demonstrate. "And the ones in the sock drawer don't smell like something died in them."

Kiril looked considering, then started wriggling into one. "You have a point. Ooo, warm, too." A large sniff. "These smell like money! And packing material."

Kenzi gave the fuzzy-talking-sock a long-suffering look and then straightened the jacket. "Okay, so: save up forever for this, or try to describe the pattern to Petra and pay her to make me a knock-off? Keeping in mind she's good, but she takes no crap if I get picky about shit."

"The money smell is the best, you know." That was a short little ermine tail sticking out the end of one of those socks, yes. Attached to a little ermine rump, which was still wriggling around while Reyna got herself comfortable. "Better than the packaging."

"Well, the salesman in me wants to say I can put this on hold for you," Sparkle mused, looking at the jacket thoughtfully. "And the sane guy in me? The one who knows how like totally insane it is to spend that much money on a jacket? That guy says that even if Petra doesn't take any crap, this jacket is already set in stone, so it probably wouldn't be impossible to get her to add some personal touches or whatever. Maybe turn down the volume on those shoulders, there. Not too much, though. The shoulders slim up your waist, you know?"

"I know!" Kenzi couldn't help a twirl there, because damn, it was so pretty. (http://img3.etsystatic.com/008/0/6428674/il_fullxfull.366768863_tnev.jpg) "Okay, we'll take socks, and some jewelry, to satisfy your inner sales-guy."

"Yes!" rejoiced a purple sock, attempting to reach vertical. "And I want a crown. Or maybe a tiara. I'm not picky. I think the butterfly bracelet looks good on both of us." Another sniff. "But we need to wash the styrofoam smell out of this without losing the money smell."

"You could probably just hang the sock out a window to air out for a bit with like some quarters stuck down in the toe or something," Sparkle mused.

"Can we do that with this sock, too?" Reyna stood up, more or less just resembling a blue and orange-striped toe sock with a weasel-butt sticking out one end. "This one smells like mostly packing peanuts. But we could put pennies in all of the toes."

Kenzi looked over and choked, then snorted, then kind of coughed out a laugh at the matching brightly-colored talking-tubes-of-fluff-with-tails. "Ahhhh, sure. Pennies. Dimes? Maybe a dollar bill or something..." HEEEEE.

"They need to scent more things with money," Kiril said, starting to gnaw on the weave a little so he could peer through the sock more easily. "Humans. They miss so much with those big noses."

"American money smells different, though," Reyna noted, following Kiril's lead and chewing at the inside of her sock. "What we really need to stick in here is a Canadian five - no - twenty!"

"They're calling in the big bills now, are they?" Sparkle raised an eyebrow down at the dual sock-weasels, and then shook his head. "God, weasels are so weird."

"Ermine!"

Could a toe sock protest more vehemently?

Sparkle's overprotectiveness of his socks is canon, and I love that.

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