Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

[myownface]

"What use is sitting alone in your room?"

Sparkle was cleaning shop at Demon Marcus today. With all the newbies running around, it wouldn't do to have the place a mess, after all.

"Come hear the music play!"

He'd already filled a box with empty hangers, and was now prancing around the store with a featherduster, alternating between actually using it and singing into the handle like it was a microphone.

"Life is a cabaret, old chum! Come to the Cabaret!"

Just wait until it was time to break out the Windex.

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Re: Talk to Sparkle!

[myownface]

Sparkle saw that carrot that you were dangling there, Hannibal. He saw it, and he was already wondering just how high he was going to have to jump in order to reach it.

"... Could probably do this whole 'positive self-image' thing for another few weeks. I mean, if they're normal weeks. I'm not making any promises for those ones where all hell breaks loose and I'm left huddling in a dungeon ruminating on my own mortality or anything like that."

He was so not above accepting more bribes.

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

[sharp_as_knives]

"Shall we say another opera for each week?" Hannibal proposed. "Or there are art museums and other options as well."

Hannibal had a lot of carrots.

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

[myownface]

Sparkle was going to be the most cultured homeless punk kid on the whole East coast, at this rate.

"... Yeah, I could live with that."

He was not clapping his hands and bouncing or anything like that. He was going to save it at least until Hannibal left. But he was definitely grinning.

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

[sharp_as_knives]

With any luck, he was going to be a homeless punk kid with a much better self image, too.

"In that case, let me know when you've managed another week." Hannibal nodded at him. "And I'll see you on Tuesday."