fandomtownies | Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

Sparkle had opera on the brain. He couldn't help it, really. He'd gone to see it on Friday with Dr. Lecter, and (on top of getting to wear a tuxedo out in public, which was kind of awesome all on its own) he'd managed to get the music stuck in his head. Which wasn't all that difficult to do, considering Tristan and Isolde wasn't exactly a short performance.

Today he was humming to himself as he went through suppliers' websites, poking through the Halloween wares. Yeah, Halloween was still over a month away, but it didn't hurt to get a start on this sort of thing now. After all, these things took time to actually put together.

In complete contrast to the Wagnerian music he was humming, he was completely absorbed in pictures of utterly ridiculous Halloween costumes. Did everything need to come in 'sexy' these days? Sexy doctor, sexy nurse, sexy hamburger?

He was pretty sure that if anyone actually found hamburgers sexy, there was probably something seriously the matter with them.

[Open, OCD-free!]