fandomtownies | Demon Marcus, Sunday

Yesterday, Sparkle had woken up to absolute silence, noticed the ravening bird-monsters, said, "Nope," and had retreated back to the dorms with his cat, where he barricaded himself in his room and played Tetris for the rest of the day on an old spinach-green-screened Gameboy he'd 'picked up' from a second-hand store in Baltimore.

All day.

Needless to say, he was a little antsy today. There wasn't even a shipment to unpack, so he was going to spend his shift just rearranging things. All the things. The scarves were now where the socks used to be, the socks were now where the bras used to be, and the bras...

Actually, Sparkle was going to kill some time by trying the bras on, too. So far, he was deciding that he looked much better as a b-cup than a d-cup. Fair enough. Even when the island turned him into a girl, he was pretty flat. Sparkle was pretty sure that was because the island was a jerk.

He'd stand by that forever, too.

[Open, OCD-free!]