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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Okay, so maybe Sparkle had missed a few shifts over the past little while. Could he really be blamed? He had been taking care of an animal-transformed girl who was prone to shifting into a badger and threatening to claw out his eyes. Plus, you know... holiday season, new semester, and the ever-popular, 'he just couldn't be bothered.' But then this morning he'd fallen out of bed and realized that there were holes in his favourite pair of yellow socks.

His yellow ones. It was a travesty that needed to be remedied as quickly as possible with a pair of replacement socks, which, of course, he could just pick up at work. So okay, maybe there were benefits to showing up to work for reasons other than being worried that his demonic boss was going to eat his spleen or something. And, you know, getting paid or whatever.

So... yellow socks. Maybe ones with stripes...

Or polka dots?

Oh! Or toes!

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"Really?" Alec didn't know that kind of thing happened. Normally when he was being sneaky and didn't want to be seen, he just glamoured himself. "Why?"

"Because I pocket things," Sparkle replied, shrugging his shoulders as if it was the most simple explanation ever. Really, Alec, sweetheart, keep up.

Okay, leaving aside the part where that was Bad and all, Alec frowned. "Well... they don't know that," he pointed out. "And if you're going to buy something, it's not like they can be that suspicious of you."

"Sure they can," Sparkle replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's called profiling, man. I walk in, and I look like just the sort of rabble that'll run off with half their stock if they blink. They keep an eye on me. Are you seriously telling me you haven't heard of this kind of thing before?"

"I guess not," Alec said slowly. "It's not fair, though." Never mind that Alec was just as judgmental as that when it suited him. "Do you think it would happen if I was there?" He glanced down at his own outfit of, predictably, a hideous sweater and jeans. "I don't think I look like... anything."

Sparkle leaned back and gave Alec a critical looking-over.

"Yeah, you look like you fell right outta prep school," he mused, shrugging. "That is, if prep school had an army of like old grandmas knitting sweaters for school uniforms. But I don't think you being with me would make all that much difference, honestly."

It was kind of adorable that he thought it might, though.

Alec thought about that. "Sorry," he sighed. "Do you want me to try to go pick some up myself? I don't mind..."

Sparkle's eyebrow? Totally twitching up at that, yeah.

"What, like, go run sock errands for me?" Had Alec seen the clothing that he was wearing? "I'm capable of buying my own socks, man. Seriously. Never gonna turn down company if it's offered, but, really, sock buying is a process."

Or, it was if you were Sparks.

"Okay," Alec said, a little relieved and pleased. "So I'll go with you, then. And if someone bothers you, I don't know, I could try to talk to them or something."

"Hey, man, if it makes you happy," Sparkle replied with a grin. "You're good at making people listen, are you?"

Probably better than Sparkle was.

Alec had never thought about whether or not he had that particular skill, but he supposed he did, to some extent. "I guess so," he said. "Not, um, you, but at home, generally. I'll try it."

"Well, all power to you, man. I look forward to seeing you sway the big, bad security guards."

Oh, this was gonna be good.

"I am too," Alec deadpanned. Because this could go a million different ways, really. "So we'll do this some time this week? So you don't miss your socks too badly?"

"This week sometime sounds good," Sparkle decided with a nod. "In the meantime, I guess I'll have to make do with some other pair."

Like that blue one with the ice cream cones!

... He liked that one, too.

Alec held up one finger, and then, keeping his eyes on Sparkle and not the bin of socks, plunged one arm into the sock bin to select a pair at random.

Then he glanced at what he'd picked and made a face. "Okay. Maybe not that."

"Yeah... Those are..."

Flowery?

"Maybe I'll just make do with the yellow and orange ones. You know. Until we get some better ones on the mainland."

"That's a good idea," Alec agreed. "And then we can stock up so this won't happen again."

Alec was a planner.

"Sock stock? For like emergencies?" Sparkle actually looked like he was considering that, so help him. "You know, Alec... That's... not a bad idea?"

Weird.

Alec was mildly surprised that this hadn't occured to Sparkle before. "Well, it's a two-function plan," he explained. "It means you won't have to worry about ruining one pair, and it also means that you'll be able to change your socks."

Really, it was just the only way to go.

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Well, buying a stockpile of socks kind of cost money, which was something that he hadn't had much of... ever.

"Hey, now. I own other pairs of socks," Sparkle protested, wrinkling his nose. "I'm not some kind of animal, you know. I do laundry and everything!"

Occasionally.

"Oh." THAT CHANGED THINGS. Specifically, it changed Alec's willingness to spend extended periods of time with Sparkle in a situation where he might not be wearing shoes. "Well, I don't know, you seemed very distraught over having to wait a few days to get a new pair. I thought you might have worn those socks every day or something."

"Clearly," Sparkle drawled, "you don't spend a lot of time with people who are used to treating stuff like having enough clothing as a luxury."

Sparkle wore jeans with holes in them because they were stylish.

"Colourful socks are a splurge, you know. Like, anyone can go out and buy a bulk pack of like five pairs of black socks. But you know how hard it is to find yellow socks for guys in the first place? And you're buying those like, a pair at a time, and they're not cheap."

"I've never bought colorful socks before," Alec said slowly, taken aback. "But if we find a store where they have a few pairs, how about I get some for you? I didn't get you a present for Christmas, so..."

And now it was Sparkle's turn to look a little taken aback.

"What? It isn't like I got any gifts for anyone either, man," he protested. "I've got a job now, you know. I can afford my own socks these days..."

Stubbornness and pride. Yep.

Color Alec confused, then. "It's fine, really," he said, trying to regain some sense of what was going on in this conversation. "I don't think I've actually ever gotten someone a Christmas present. I'd be glad to start with you."

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